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.
Whadda whadda whadda
Sit down, man!
Sha-leik! DR
Whatitat whatitat whatitat
Time to do a rap
Hello young cocoa butter, who is you?
White people love me like they love Subarus
Rolling with the super crew, Something like Scooby-Doo
My eyes droopy? Mommy that's what doobies do
Kalidasa, but across the Kalapani
Probably with a Khalistani mommy high as I'll be
Das Racist on a roll like wasabi
I don't know what these two are, I'm Punjabi
More cash mommy than Mukesh Ambani
And Anil Ambani, yeah that's real Armani
Yeah that's Lanvin, you call it Lanven
You call it "bro-in down", I call it "lampin"
I'm from Flushing, bright as a lamp man
That's in Queens like MC Cool Fashion
You can Google that, eat down with beat nuts
We got the net wet trying to get the street fucked
See Dap, that's my fucking mans and shit
White boy wasted, then we write a stanza quick
Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and shit
Haters mad cause they got Costanza dicks
You know, like the show, Seinfeld?
Michael Richards made my fucking mind melt
Copper bundle the Rapunzel
Do what thugs do we just hustle
LATM, BBT, MTV, BET
They called us joke rap
We kinda weed rap
We just like rap
We don't even need rap
Could get a real job only rap weekly
I don't need rap, told you, rap need me
Indian style, knees bent, in dashiki
Your girl's sext means she wanna get freaky
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Hit it in the shower cause it's hot as hell
My fans broken, I don't got an AC
Say I got potential, but the kid lazy
[Victor]
Stock is rising wait don't scalp the tickets yet
Older white women say I'm very articulate
Young Obama mommy, but not Illuminati
If they tryna gauge if I'm tame enough to be they commie pet
I'm watching Gandhi til I'm charged and eating banh mi
Like they was Cars and I was Blondie
We are not the same I'm Alf swinging a salami
At any prom queens that want me
Probably even Nikki Minaj would massage me
If I got a fade into my beard like I was John B
Nice
Finna eat more rice than Condi
Nasty
See me grace the pages of your favorite Conde Nast Publication
They asked me all about my views on relations of races
And cut out the radical shit for space
That's racist
I'm in outer space reading Frankfurt School treatises
That curl the common man into fetuses
Nietzsche told me that the nostril's where the genius is
Bossy just saucing like its falafel where my penis is
Soap 'em with Falafel like O'Reilly thought a Loofah was
Hitting they chalupa up
First I get real smart, (sniff) and then I stupid up
Drop it and scoop it up, haters is dookie butts
Groupies is cooky, nuts
See me voice acting in Space Chimps wasted
Like my man Stanley Tucci does
I'm truthy blood fishes get mad at me the kid is a whale
In there like a triple-A battery up in the digital scale
In the kitchen with the coca-cola corporation kicking it with me
Pepsi Co. too
The kid is a Britney, the brother's a Jitney
And other's is wit me
Even if I was a tree you couldn't flip me
Don't ask what it means just kiss me
Chick please, Check please
[All]
You
We're rapping to you my friend
And only you
To you!
So don't ever say we never did nothing for you
[Lakutis]
Sexy Lexi ask what the address be
Press be makin' a face Dizzy Gillespie
Applause, pause, hand me my ESPY, Grammy,
I'm Leslie
Nielsen,
You know I'm chillin'
Float like a butterfly
come on sugar baby on my shoulders
7 million
Sugar babies
Float away on my good looks and charm
Dick like, hot like, baby arm, chicken parm
Release the peace keeper
Chief tabeet shisha
Smokin' peace pipe ride 'em cowboy senior
My chuckie cheese are bucks
My EBTs are cardies
My 18 wheelers trucks
Call up my Nelly parties
Call up my deli starving
Whatchu mean my moneys no good here
Why, because I made it? Bitch you know I made it
Sit down, man!
Sha-leik! DR
Whatitat whatitat whatitat
Time to do a rap
Hello young cocoa butter, who is you?
White people love me like they love Subarus
Rolling with the super crew, Something like Scooby-Doo
My eyes droopy? Mommy that's what doobies do
Kalidasa, but across the Kalapani
Probably with a Khalistani mommy high as I'll be
Das Racist on a roll like wasabi
I don't know what these two are, I'm Punjabi
More cash mommy than Mukesh Ambani
And Anil Ambani, yeah that's real Armani
Yeah that's Lanvin, you call it Lanven
You call it "bro-in down", I call it "lampin"
I'm from Flushing, bright as a lamp man
That's in Queens like MC Cool Fashion
You can Google that, eat down with beat nuts
We got the net wet trying to get the street fucked
See Dap, that's my fucking mans and shit
White boy wasted, then we write a stanza quick
Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and shit
Haters mad cause they got Costanza dicks
You know, like the show, Seinfeld?
Michael Richards made my fucking mind melt
Copper bundle the Rapunzel
Do what thugs do we just hustle
LATM, BBT, MTV, BET
They called us joke rap
We kinda weed rap
We just like rap
We don't even need rap
Could get a real job only rap weekly
I don't need rap, told you, rap need me
Indian style, knees bent, in dashiki
Your girl's sext means she wanna get freaky
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Hit it in the shower cause it's hot as hell
My fans broken, I don't got an AC
Say I got potential, but the kid lazy
[Victor]
Stock is rising wait don't scalp the tickets yet
Older white women say I'm very articulate
Young Obama mommy, but not Illuminati
If they tryna gauge if I'm tame enough to be they commie pet
I'm watching Gandhi til I'm charged and eating banh mi
Like they was Cars and I was Blondie
We are not the same I'm Alf swinging a salami
At any prom queens that want me
Probably even Nikki Minaj would massage me
If I got a fade into my beard like I was John B
Nice
Finna eat more rice than Condi
Nasty
See me grace the pages of your favorite Conde Nast Publication
They asked me all about my views on relations of races
And cut out the radical shit for space
That's racist
I'm in outer space reading Frankfurt School treatises
That curl the common man into fetuses
Nietzsche told me that the nostril's where the genius is
Bossy just saucing like its falafel where my penis is
Soap 'em with Falafel like O'Reilly thought a Loofah was
Hitting they chalupa up
First I get real smart, (sniff) and then I stupid up
Drop it and scoop it up, haters is dookie butts
Groupies is cooky, nuts
See me voice acting in Space Chimps wasted
Like my man Stanley Tucci does
I'm truthy blood fishes get mad at me the kid is a whale
In there like a triple-A battery up in the digital scale
In the kitchen with the coca-cola corporation kicking it with me
Pepsi Co. too
The kid is a Britney, the brother's a Jitney
And other's is wit me
Even if I was a tree you couldn't flip me
Don't ask what it means just kiss me
Chick please, Check please
[All]
You
We're rapping to you my friend
And only you
To you!
So don't ever say we never did nothing for you
[Lakutis]
Sexy Lexi ask what the address be
Press be makin' a face Dizzy Gillespie
Applause, pause, hand me my ESPY, Grammy,
I'm Leslie
Nielsen,
You know I'm chillin'
Float like a butterfly
come on sugar baby on my shoulders
7 million
Sugar babies
Float away on my good looks and charm
Dick like, hot like, baby arm, chicken parm
Release the peace keeper
Chief tabeet shisha
Smokin' peace pipe ride 'em cowboy senior
My chuckie cheese are bucks
My EBTs are cardies
My 18 wheelers trucks
Call up my Nelly parties
Call up my deli starving
Whatchu mean my moneys no good here
Why, because I made it? Bitch you know I made it
Lyrics submitted by iamascientist
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One phrase not decoded on a certain other hip hop interpretation website that shall remain nameless is "hit it in the shower 'cause it's hot as hell." Exoterically, this is about cooling down in the shower on a hot day. Esoterically, this is a reference to the tactic of masturbating in the shower before a date so as to prolong intercourse later. "It's" in this case refers simultaneously to libido and the rapper's state of arousal and the prior "it" to his genitals. Hit entails masturbation in this case.
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