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.
This goes out to all sides worldwide,
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride,
Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood,
And it feels so good
One mornin' I
Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick,
Feelin' fucked up, flicked out, freaked on,
Thinkin' about my new truck with the deep dish,
Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in the deep dome,
After a massage and a ménage, we got in the shower,
Let water trickle down the crack of the back of they booty,
Got out the tub and went back to the master bedroom,
One put on Prada, one put on Ludi, I put on Gucci,
Duty calls, I'm bout to hit the scene and ball,
But before I leave I spray on some Itsimiaki,
Take my truck up to the wash, put the sparkle back on,
Wax on, wax off like Mr. Miagi,
Go to the liquor store so I can get blunts, get Yak,
So I can sip some while I split one,
Chronicle enter ever pholical of my body,
Calmin' down every molecule, makin' sure I don't trip none,
Hit one
Hop in the ride, come and kick it wit me,
So I can take you through the so-and-so hundred block,
And show you how my people be kickin' it in the windy city,
I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch,
While we sit on leather grippin' wood,
Where the hustla's got packs and the G's got stacks,
And the pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood,
And it feels so good
And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)
Now I done seen plenty niggas flip twenty's, flip twenty one's,
Flip twenty two's, flip Jordans, flip two-fours,
Mega ballin', new clothes,
Momma got a new store, TV screens, hundred-forty spokes,
And we fittina' roll, right off Madison to the manor in a drop-top Lexus,
Sippin' henny rollin' reckless,
Feelin' so motherfuckin' good I could roll my vehicle to Texas,
And spit it like, this is for the syrup sipper's
Gotta slow it down so you feel it, plus it make the words figure,
And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand,
When it come to spittin' rapid-fire lyric adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man
Get the love, when I hit the club gotta freak in,
It's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' tattoo,
Track move like some southern, black blues, or like the Cooper, got cruise,
And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be the hottest rap
Dude, ride to this while you peel, yo, hood,
You could go around the block or travel the whole world,
When you come back it's still yo hood,
And it feels so good
And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)
I spit some game wit the intellect,
To the media, like I'm in the Encyclopedia Brittanica,
Come and take over the world wit' me girl,
If you good I might can see if I can be yo manager,
Get yo career on track and yo life on point and I'll show you how yo taxes go
Tactics flow quicker than a hat-trick go,
Smokin' on some fire, galactic dro,
I know it's good when you smoke that fire,
Puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that lick,
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley car,
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley crib,
Pop that ass, throw that dick,
Twork that thing, bust that nut,
Drop that top, turn the base up,
Put you a chameleon paint on the truck,
Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves as I cruise new shoes rollin' smooth up in K-Town,
In my city come and feel it ghetto blues,
If you snooze you lose don't pay dues for the
Tre-pound,
Take tha time to kick wit' yo home girls
And feel yo' nugz
Keep on hatin' on the L,
Big family we gon' steady come up and I'm a still smoke good,
And it feels so good
And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)
And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride,
Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood,
And it feels so good
One mornin' I
Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick,
Feelin' fucked up, flicked out, freaked on,
Thinkin' about my new truck with the deep dish,
Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in the deep dome,
After a massage and a ménage, we got in the shower,
Let water trickle down the crack of the back of they booty,
Got out the tub and went back to the master bedroom,
One put on Prada, one put on Ludi, I put on Gucci,
Duty calls, I'm bout to hit the scene and ball,
But before I leave I spray on some Itsimiaki,
Take my truck up to the wash, put the sparkle back on,
Wax on, wax off like Mr. Miagi,
Go to the liquor store so I can get blunts, get Yak,
So I can sip some while I split one,
Chronicle enter ever pholical of my body,
Calmin' down every molecule, makin' sure I don't trip none,
Hit one
Hop in the ride, come and kick it wit me,
So I can take you through the so-and-so hundred block,
And show you how my people be kickin' it in the windy city,
I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch,
While we sit on leather grippin' wood,
Where the hustla's got packs and the G's got stacks,
And the pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood,
And it feels so good
And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)
Now I done seen plenty niggas flip twenty's, flip twenty one's,
Flip twenty two's, flip Jordans, flip two-fours,
Mega ballin', new clothes,
Momma got a new store, TV screens, hundred-forty spokes,
And we fittina' roll, right off Madison to the manor in a drop-top Lexus,
Sippin' henny rollin' reckless,
Feelin' so motherfuckin' good I could roll my vehicle to Texas,
And spit it like, this is for the syrup sipper's
Gotta slow it down so you feel it, plus it make the words figure,
And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand,
When it come to spittin' rapid-fire lyric adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man
Get the love, when I hit the club gotta freak in,
It's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' tattoo,
Track move like some southern, black blues, or like the Cooper, got cruise,
And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be the hottest rap
Dude, ride to this while you peel, yo, hood,
You could go around the block or travel the whole world,
When you come back it's still yo hood,
And it feels so good
And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)
I spit some game wit the intellect,
To the media, like I'm in the Encyclopedia Brittanica,
Come and take over the world wit' me girl,
If you good I might can see if I can be yo manager,
Get yo career on track and yo life on point and I'll show you how yo taxes go
Tactics flow quicker than a hat-trick go,
Smokin' on some fire, galactic dro,
I know it's good when you smoke that fire,
Puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that lick,
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley car,
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley crib,
Pop that ass, throw that dick,
Twork that thing, bust that nut,
Drop that top, turn the base up,
Put you a chameleon paint on the truck,
Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves as I cruise new shoes rollin' smooth up in K-Town,
In my city come and feel it ghetto blues,
If you snooze you lose don't pay dues for the
Tre-pound,
Take tha time to kick wit' yo home girls
And feel yo' nugz
Keep on hatin' on the L,
Big family we gon' steady come up and I'm a still smoke good,
And it feels so good
And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)
And it feels so good,
Turnin' corners with my pinky man,
Through my hood,
Chokin' on a be and switchin' lanes is understood (understood)
I'm a baller livin' pimpish,
Man, leather and wood,
Said it feels so good (feels so good)
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some
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Twista is a fucking pimp, this is the best song on Kamikaze. Nobody represents the Chi like Twista
roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some...