In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
*(Ager Man & Bart)*
Mobb life mutha fucka!
(It's Mobbin life)
Eh man is this that Blunt Funk?
(That One Step Beyond bombation shit)
Yeah.
(You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha fuckin' Krazy nigga!
Where the fuckin' money?!
Where the fuckin' money nigga?!
(Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm sayin' bitch?)
Verse 1 *(Bart of 3X Krazy)*
I hits the block walk wit a Tech
a zip in my pocket
350 rocket to get up out of the cases
move, get away cleanest if the po-po's try to beat us
for the funk won't leave you breathin'
I've been married since a fetus
3 Tia fo Lia! (3 Times for life)
The 100 blocks got it sewed
put your lips in my business and get them mutha fuckas mowed
my game is to be sold
no suckas when I roll
you comin' at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gum
givin' up lumps and bumps so I'm non-stop
when I dumpin' hot ones out the drop
pull around and get you mopped
put the Mobb against a series of haters
tied up in a knot wit instigators
start speakin' fo playas
I got my front porch sewed up
the feds chasin'
through the back roots, cuts an stretch
I got no time for no patience
Keek hittin' fences
A-G bailin' through the trees
I was keyed
so it's basic that you make it on your tee's nigga!
Uh.
Chorus *(3X Krazy)* 4x
The Thug Money
the drug money
the mud money, bet yo blood, and it's stuff under the rug money.
Verse 2 *(Ager Man of 3X Krazy)*
Smokin' some of that green dope smashin' through the East
5-0 couldn't even catch where I was in the Chevy wit hella speed
hopped up out my vehic
seen cops hidin' in the trees
slapped my mutha fuckin' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed
in my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B.
watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me when they leave
cuz niggas ain't goin' down no mo'
for the 9-6 fuck the 4
fuck off fully both of they doe
wit nitro gas for the murda show
get to they shop, and hit the back door
some of you niggas don't really know
real killas don't need a, 4-4 to make that niggas, head blow
put bombs in his pick up
I bet ya'll niggas won't see him no mo'
cuz when that mutha fucka blow
no come back, everybody gonna go.
Verse 3 *(Keek Tha Sneek of 3X Krazy)*
For the Thug Money
they jack a nigga for nothin'
I be leavin' you dead in the alley
this kill a 5-0 Cali
for the 9-6
these woody-wood all in my mix
bust a nigga upside his head for arguin' wit a bitch
I think I'm tired of these woodies
so I gathered up a million niggas
and burned them Big Willies
Straps! I need to find some fullys
and a gang that is sure to clean your crowd
pistol let off repeated
immediatey
black and white drop ridin' through the spot
and tryin' to stop my flow, cash
so I gotta get that ass
they radioed a rigg up
so I'm on feet like ???
plus I'm a getaway
tell the crew, put my shit away
change my description
and fired up a C.F.A.
crooked cop came
I-LL-A
everythang went on thugs in the O-A fuckin' K
they, know the A
they ended D
the enemy
and these house niggas, and peckerwoods harrassin' me
so I'm harrassin' back
hot on the roof top wit my gat
Fuckin' blast it!
Splat!
Suspect he dressed in black
I
left 'em layin' flat
ghetto bird don't know where I'm at
tucked under
and sneakin' on another fuckin' task money.
*(Chorus)* 4x
Verse 4 *(Richie Rich)*
>From the cradle to the gravin'
misbehavin'
like a fuckin' stowaway
trunk full of throw-aways
Glocks
Tech's
AP's
Mac's
fuck wit 'ol skool Richie Rich you get you ass taxed
nigga Hitler was a killer
Frank War was a mack
for all my years in the game I got so many gats
nigga
it's for the race war
don't wanna face more
niggas than I can handle
blowin' 'em out like candles
have you ever seen a nigga work a thirty-eight
for the, drug money
to stuff under the rug money
Rich and 3 Times
niggas thought it wrong
it's Blunt Funk for the scratch
once again it's on
I hate to kill, but I will for the skrill
into my section, for the leathal injection
AK-47, hundred round gas-aholic
smokin' these clips and can't call it
Nigga!
*(Chorus)* 4x
Nigga!
Mobb life mutha fucka!
(It's Mobbin life)
Eh man is this that Blunt Funk?
(That One Step Beyond bombation shit)
Yeah.
(You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha fuckin' Krazy nigga!
Where the fuckin' money?!
Where the fuckin' money nigga?!
(Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm sayin' bitch?)
Verse 1 *(Bart of 3X Krazy)*
I hits the block walk wit a Tech
a zip in my pocket
350 rocket to get up out of the cases
move, get away cleanest if the po-po's try to beat us
for the funk won't leave you breathin'
I've been married since a fetus
3 Tia fo Lia! (3 Times for life)
The 100 blocks got it sewed
put your lips in my business and get them mutha fuckas mowed
my game is to be sold
no suckas when I roll
you comin' at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gum
givin' up lumps and bumps so I'm non-stop
when I dumpin' hot ones out the drop
pull around and get you mopped
put the Mobb against a series of haters
tied up in a knot wit instigators
start speakin' fo playas
I got my front porch sewed up
the feds chasin'
through the back roots, cuts an stretch
I got no time for no patience
Keek hittin' fences
A-G bailin' through the trees
I was keyed
so it's basic that you make it on your tee's nigga!
Uh.
Chorus *(3X Krazy)* 4x
The Thug Money
the drug money
the mud money, bet yo blood, and it's stuff under the rug money.
Verse 2 *(Ager Man of 3X Krazy)*
Smokin' some of that green dope smashin' through the East
5-0 couldn't even catch where I was in the Chevy wit hella speed
hopped up out my vehic
seen cops hidin' in the trees
slapped my mutha fuckin' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed
in my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B.
watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me when they leave
cuz niggas ain't goin' down no mo'
for the 9-6 fuck the 4
fuck off fully both of they doe
wit nitro gas for the murda show
get to they shop, and hit the back door
some of you niggas don't really know
real killas don't need a, 4-4 to make that niggas, head blow
put bombs in his pick up
I bet ya'll niggas won't see him no mo'
cuz when that mutha fucka blow
no come back, everybody gonna go.
Verse 3 *(Keek Tha Sneek of 3X Krazy)*
For the Thug Money
they jack a nigga for nothin'
I be leavin' you dead in the alley
this kill a 5-0 Cali
for the 9-6
these woody-wood all in my mix
bust a nigga upside his head for arguin' wit a bitch
I think I'm tired of these woodies
so I gathered up a million niggas
and burned them Big Willies
Straps! I need to find some fullys
and a gang that is sure to clean your crowd
pistol let off repeated
immediatey
black and white drop ridin' through the spot
and tryin' to stop my flow, cash
so I gotta get that ass
they radioed a rigg up
so I'm on feet like ???
plus I'm a getaway
tell the crew, put my shit away
change my description
and fired up a C.F.A.
crooked cop came
I-LL-A
everythang went on thugs in the O-A fuckin' K
they, know the A
they ended D
the enemy
and these house niggas, and peckerwoods harrassin' me
so I'm harrassin' back
hot on the roof top wit my gat
Fuckin' blast it!
Splat!
Suspect he dressed in black
I
left 'em layin' flat
ghetto bird don't know where I'm at
tucked under
and sneakin' on another fuckin' task money.
*(Chorus)* 4x
Verse 4 *(Richie Rich)*
>From the cradle to the gravin'
misbehavin'
like a fuckin' stowaway
trunk full of throw-aways
Glocks
Tech's
AP's
Mac's
fuck wit 'ol skool Richie Rich you get you ass taxed
nigga Hitler was a killer
Frank War was a mack
for all my years in the game I got so many gats
nigga
it's for the race war
don't wanna face more
niggas than I can handle
blowin' 'em out like candles
have you ever seen a nigga work a thirty-eight
for the, drug money
to stuff under the rug money
Rich and 3 Times
niggas thought it wrong
it's Blunt Funk for the scratch
once again it's on
I hate to kill, but I will for the skrill
into my section, for the leathal injection
AK-47, hundred round gas-aholic
smokin' these clips and can't call it
Nigga!
*(Chorus)* 4x
Nigga!
Lyrics submitted by Ice
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
More Featured Meanings
Standing On The Edge Of Summer
Thursday
Thursday
Fast Car
Tracy Chapman
Tracy Chapman
"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
Son Şansın - Şarkı Sözleri
Hayalperest
Hayalperest
This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Holiday
Bee Gees
Bee Gees
@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
Gentle Hour
Yo La Tengo
Yo La Tengo
This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,