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.
Code Money!
I say Code MONEY!
[ DJ Code Money responds with scratching ]
Put your Filas on
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
You wear a lotta gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
My deejay's funky
I said my deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you wear a lotta gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you're wearin gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
Def and mighty, supernatural rappin
Ace boon coon Ski never back-stabbin
Don't give a fuck about what you heard
First name Schoolly, last name D, word
80 dollar shirt and my 100 dollar sneakers
Gemini mixer and some PB speakers
Turnin out parties everywhere that we go
And peepin all the hoes at the end of the show
I say one thing, he says another
What's that word you be sayin, muthafucka?
I guess it's alright, man, I don't care
But I might scare your mama out her underwear
(Fresh)
100 dollar Filas on, it got to be fresh (fresh)
Jammin to a beat just got to be fresh (fresh)
See a fly young lady, she got to be fresh (fresh)
The things I said to her, you know they had to be fresh (fresh)
I said, "Fly lady, now you got a big butt" (fresh)
Thinkin to myself, 'I need to bust me a nut'
"Let's go some place and you give me some smut"
She looked me up and down, I was out of my luck
Man, what the fuck...
Then a pimp pulled up in a Caddy Seville
Put my hand on my nuts when I started to ill
Nigga saw what I was doin and he started to chill
Didn't want to be pushin daisies off some hill
So all you mothers and you fathers, with due respect
I know you have to worry when I got the kids in check
Because the shit I'm sayin, dudel, you did it too
I pull a microphone, 2-1-2-2
Well, I'ma tell you a story never ever been told
About the 52-Crew, so bright, so bold
Five MC's with mics in their hand
Could you rhyme with a hell of a man?
Deejay Lynn on the mix
Guaranteed to put you all in a blizz
If you're out there dancin on the floor in the fix
I let you all know I'm not talkin shit
Cause I'm always rappin never, never rockin the beat
First name Schoolly, last name is D
Code Money!
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you're wearin gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
Ha
We gon' do somethin for ya
You know
I got my block hair cut
You know
I got my silk shirt and my Filas on
I got my tailor-made jewels
There's somethin I gotta say before I go
And it go like this
1-2-3-4
You know we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
It's that Coqui 900, can I have me a sip
Yeah, I get real high, start talkin some shit
And if the shit ain't hot, you know that it's it
And then I meet a fly lady, you're lookin real slick
And then I take you in the back, I give you a kiss
And then I kiss you in the places that I just won't miss
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
I say Code MONEY!
[ DJ Code Money responds with scratching ]
Put your Filas on
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
You wear a lotta gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
My deejay's funky
I said my deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you wear a lotta gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you're wearin gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
Def and mighty, supernatural rappin
Ace boon coon Ski never back-stabbin
Don't give a fuck about what you heard
First name Schoolly, last name D, word
80 dollar shirt and my 100 dollar sneakers
Gemini mixer and some PB speakers
Turnin out parties everywhere that we go
And peepin all the hoes at the end of the show
I say one thing, he says another
What's that word you be sayin, muthafucka?
I guess it's alright, man, I don't care
But I might scare your mama out her underwear
(Fresh)
100 dollar Filas on, it got to be fresh (fresh)
Jammin to a beat just got to be fresh (fresh)
See a fly young lady, she got to be fresh (fresh)
The things I said to her, you know they had to be fresh (fresh)
I said, "Fly lady, now you got a big butt" (fresh)
Thinkin to myself, 'I need to bust me a nut'
"Let's go some place and you give me some smut"
She looked me up and down, I was out of my luck
Man, what the fuck...
Then a pimp pulled up in a Caddy Seville
Put my hand on my nuts when I started to ill
Nigga saw what I was doin and he started to chill
Didn't want to be pushin daisies off some hill
So all you mothers and you fathers, with due respect
I know you have to worry when I got the kids in check
Because the shit I'm sayin, dudel, you did it too
I pull a microphone, 2-1-2-2
Well, I'ma tell you a story never ever been told
About the 52-Crew, so bright, so bold
Five MC's with mics in their hand
Could you rhyme with a hell of a man?
Deejay Lynn on the mix
Guaranteed to put you all in a blizz
If you're out there dancin on the floor in the fix
I let you all know I'm not talkin shit
Cause I'm always rappin never, never rockin the beat
First name Schoolly, last name is D
Code Money!
Code Money!
Put your Filas on
Everybody!
Put your Filas on
We gonna rock it
Gonna shock it
To the break of dawn
I know you're wearin gold
But you're eatin popcorn
Always rappin
Never, never rockin the beat
First name is Schoolly, last name is D
Ha
We gon' do somethin for ya
You know
I got my block hair cut
You know
I got my silk shirt and my Filas on
I got my tailor-made jewels
There's somethin I gotta say before I go
And it go like this
1-2-3-4
You know we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
It's that Coqui 900, can I have me a sip
Yeah, I get real high, start talkin some shit
And if the shit ain't hot, you know that it's it
And then I meet a fly lady, you're lookin real slick
And then I take you in the back, I give you a kiss
And then I kiss you in the places that I just won't miss
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
Because we rock - we roll - we jam and we mix
And all the other MC's get off of our dicks
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Put Your Filas On Lyrics as written by Jesse Bonds Weaver Jr. (pka: Schooly D)
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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