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.
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Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (Hey yo let me take they ass back to the club real quick)
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(Get low bus!) who be the king of the sound? (Uh huh)
Busta bus back to just put a lock on a town (uh huh)
Lot of my bitches be coming from miles around
See they be cummin' (uh!) cause they know how the God get down (turn it up!!)
Now you know who holding the throne so gimme the crown (huh)
Niggas saluting and trying to give me a pound (come on)
I don't really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is clown
Making the bitches stripping throw they shit on the ground
(Get low bus!) now that's the way that it goes (uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hos (come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it (huh) mami already know I suppose (turn it up!!)
Shorty wildin' and shorty open she beasting it out
For the record (huh) just a second I'm freaking it out (come on)
While she trying to touch see I was peeping it out
She turned around and was trying to put my dick in her mouth I let her
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(Get low bus!) and as we started, got me ringing her bell (uh huh)
When I come I be doing it and doing it well (uh huh)
Then I beat up the coochie and be making it swell
Trying to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel (turn it up!)
Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell
How a nigga got in they butt, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowing my cell (come on)
Can't get enough of the kid I put her under my spell
(Get low bus!) it's crowded mami move it along (uh huh)
If you know you 'bout it then get to removing your thong (uh huh)
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on (turn it up!!)
Street niggas respect it because my movement is strong (come on)
'Cause we consistently reppin see my money is long
All my bitches is with me see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be dicki'n along, I let her
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(Get low bus!) the God of the block, see that I'm back (uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (uh huh)
For the niggas hating the kid I'm close to strap
'Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap (turn it up!)
Every time I give you bang shit to knock in your whip
Nigga always do his thing bitch locking the strip (come on)
Lot of mami's is dancing and they shaking they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let 'em
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Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (Aiyyo swizz I don't think they ready for this shit)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (Hey yo let me take they ass back to the club real quick)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
(Get low bus!) who be the king of the sound? (Uh huh)
Busta bus back to just put a lock on a town (uh huh)
Lot of my bitches be coming from miles around
See they be cummin' (uh!) cause they know how the God get down (turn it up!!)
Now you know who holding the throne so gimme the crown (huh)
Niggas saluting and trying to give me a pound (come on)
I don't really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is clown
Making the bitches stripping throw they shit on the ground
(Get low bus!) now that's the way that it goes (uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hos (come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it (huh) mami already know I suppose (turn it up!!)
Shorty wildin' and shorty open she beasting it out
For the record (huh) just a second I'm freaking it out (come on)
While she trying to touch see I was peeping it out
She turned around and was trying to put my dick in her mouth I let her
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
(Get low bus!) and as we started, got me ringing her bell (uh huh)
When I come I be doing it and doing it well (uh huh)
Then I beat up the coochie and be making it swell
Trying to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel (turn it up!)
Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could tell
How a nigga got in they butt, made everything jail
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowing my cell (come on)
Can't get enough of the kid I put her under my spell
(Get low bus!) it's crowded mami move it along (uh huh)
If you know you 'bout it then get to removing your thong (uh huh)
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on (turn it up!!)
Street niggas respect it because my movement is strong (come on)
'Cause we consistently reppin see my money is long
All my bitches is with me see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be dicki'n along, I let her
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
(Get low bus!) the God of the block, see that I'm back (uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (uh huh)
For the niggas hating the kid I'm close to strap
'Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap (turn it up!)
Every time I give you bang shit to knock in your whip
Nigga always do his thing bitch locking the strip (come on)
Lot of mami's is dancing and they shaking they hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let 'em
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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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.
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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.
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another club banger!!