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.
My momma cried the day I got put on the hood
Never wished for better days
Only wished a nigga would
Never been a pump-faker
That won't do your boy no good
Still shoot it like a free throw
Hammers that the cheat codes get
Daddy threw it off the glass
Like a bank shot, shit
I'm just trying to get the
Money that the bank got
Flip like a monster truck
Banging never disturbed me
That's the only time I see
Niggas balling without a jersey
At apartments we used to loot
Them Poppy niggas'll shoot
Homies taught me 2N's ain't need no friends
I need a black Panamera with the black 2-10's
Told my momma I would make
It, so the story begins, begins
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Muh'fuckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Muh'fuckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Tell me, what's the deal
I'm trying to make a mil or somethin'
Tell me how you feel
These haters want to hunt us
So it's cameras in the crib
Cock hammers in the whip
Champagne for the pain
Gram stacked up in the spliff
Blow the back out on the bitch who only
Want you for the dough you got
We know they know you know, but still
We got them hoes up in the spot
Getting hot and bothered
Sinning in the sauna smoke
I put that on my momma
Not a nigga living stopped the show
Promise that we did it way before
We ever heard of rap
Niggas say they shooters
Where your jersey at?
We catch you where we lurking at
Been to Hell and church and back
All in granny Cadillac
Matter-fact, she had that Eldorado
Parked on Colorado
Called us if she had a problem
Cousin Jerry had it rockin'
Back when Common had you tryna to
Read Qu'rans and go to college
But forget about it
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Never wished for better days
Only wished a nigga would
Never been a pump-faker
That won't do your boy no good
Still shoot it like a free throw
Hammers that the cheat codes get
Daddy threw it off the glass
Like a bank shot, shit
I'm just trying to get the
Money that the bank got
Flip like a monster truck
Banging never disturbed me
That's the only time I see
Niggas balling without a jersey
At apartments we used to loot
Them Poppy niggas'll shoot
Homies taught me 2N's ain't need no friends
I need a black Panamera with the black 2-10's
Told my momma I would make
It, so the story begins, begins
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Muh'fuckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Muh'fuckers talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Tell me, what's the deal
I'm trying to make a mil or somethin'
Tell me how you feel
These haters want to hunt us
So it's cameras in the crib
Cock hammers in the whip
Champagne for the pain
Gram stacked up in the spliff
Blow the back out on the bitch who only
Want you for the dough you got
We know they know you know, but still
We got them hoes up in the spot
Getting hot and bothered
Sinning in the sauna smoke
I put that on my momma
Not a nigga living stopped the show
Promise that we did it way before
We ever heard of rap
Niggas say they shooters
Where your jersey at?
We catch you where we lurking at
Been to Hell and church and back
All in granny Cadillac
Matter-fact, she had that Eldorado
Parked on Colorado
Called us if she had a problem
Cousin Jerry had it rockin'
Back when Common had you tryna to
Read Qu'rans and go to college
But forget about it
Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
Catch a body in this bitch
Check the body on my bitch
Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live
Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show
Up where they live, nigga
Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
Got a chopper at the crib since
I hopped up out the crib, nigga
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Trunk Rattle Lyrics as written by Michael Perretta Vince Staples
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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