The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
(Bangladesh)
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Uh-huh, alright
Uh-huh, alright
Uh
Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable, zucchini
I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini
Girls are like school, and I cut 'em like seniors
I'm here to distinguish, the bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap, get some money in between it
Glocks like police, pumps like Finas
This beat getting totaled, Pam, Keisha, Kima
Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl
Pistol on my side, paint you like mural
Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party
Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party
Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit
Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big, bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church like a choir and a couple of old priests
Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors
I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours
Vince Young, suicide doors
Life's a bitch, now die for her
I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write
The way I'm eating, niggas wish they had my appetite
Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Applewhite
I pour four then I hit the exit door
'Bout to take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor
Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores
Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy
I made it from a flyer to the Forbes
Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than the stork
Dropping babies off in your chicks cheek, kicks neat
Got your son looking up to me like I'm 6 feet
Your daughter need someone to save her, not me
I'm knocking hoes down like Laila Ali
Try heat and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney
Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney
Yeah, it's No Ceilings like a coliseum
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea
The way I'm leaning, I'm annoyed if I stand still
Flow harder than an anvil
Short
Okay, it's Gudda, ho
All about my bills like Buffalo
Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho
Purple got me moving slow, like I'm in a snail race
Pop pop pop, three shots to the head, then I pick up my shell case
Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a Young Money goon
Your girl like a motion picture, she gon' be coming soon
I do her somethin' rude, I pop her like balloons
I pass her off to Millz then drop her off to Tune
Couple screws loose, you don't wanna play with him
This is No Ceilings, bitch, roofless like a stadium
We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in
You want us in your club, well nigga pay us then
All grey BM, I'm getting it for my baby M
She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in
Don't play no games, ho
You know my name, ho
G-U-D-D-A, propane flow
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Uh-huh, alright
Uh-huh, alright
Uh
Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable, zucchini
I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini
Girls are like school, and I cut 'em like seniors
I'm here to distinguish, the bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap, get some money in between it
Glocks like police, pumps like Finas
This beat getting totaled, Pam, Keisha, Kima
Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl
Pistol on my side, paint you like mural
Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party
Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party
Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit
Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big, bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church like a choir and a couple of old priests
Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors
I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours
Vince Young, suicide doors
Life's a bitch, now die for her
I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write
The way I'm eating, niggas wish they had my appetite
Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Applewhite
I pour four then I hit the exit door
'Bout to take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor
Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores
Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy
I made it from a flyer to the Forbes
Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than the stork
Dropping babies off in your chicks cheek, kicks neat
Got your son looking up to me like I'm 6 feet
Your daughter need someone to save her, not me
I'm knocking hoes down like Laila Ali
Try heat and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney
Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney
Yeah, it's No Ceilings like a coliseum
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea
The way I'm leaning, I'm annoyed if I stand still
Flow harder than an anvil
Short
Okay, it's Gudda, ho
All about my bills like Buffalo
Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho
Purple got me moving slow, like I'm in a snail race
Pop pop pop, three shots to the head, then I pick up my shell case
Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a Young Money goon
Your girl like a motion picture, she gon' be coming soon
I do her somethin' rude, I pop her like balloons
I pass her off to Millz then drop her off to Tune
Couple screws loose, you don't wanna play with him
This is No Ceilings, bitch, roofless like a stadium
We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in
You want us in your club, well nigga pay us then
All grey BM, I'm getting it for my baby M
She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in
Don't play no games, ho
You know my name, ho
G-U-D-D-A, propane flow
Lyrics submitted by lookinginward
Break Up Lyrics as written by Dwayne Carter
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Umm, this may just be me reading too much into it, but does anyone else notice the One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest reference, with "Brain dead flow, vegetable zucchini?" Cuz, like, the vegetables were the completely brain dead patients... maybe its just a non-sequitur, i don't know. Great song, nonetheless.