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.
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
Hundreds and fifties stay on my mind you niggas know what’s up
Treat the competition like origami I fold em up
Everyone on hush when it come to me they ain’t bold enough
Sever both your legs then I’m asking you how you holding up, aye
Wardrobe lookin like I started bussing down a brick
She sweeter than a tootsie pop, bae I just wanna lick
We started drinking, shordies multiplied I gotta pick
If my lady find out she gone try to catch a fit
They hate it when they see a nigga live it up
All this forty-two that’s in my system got my vision stuck
Little boy done said too much now we gotta go stitch em up
Only on the third lap and I see these niggas giving up
You can read the fakes from the real when it’s getting tough
Circle hella small it ain’t no way my bruddas splitting up
Niggas keep poppin off at the mouth even though I don’t care
Cause I got pictures of they bitches in a see-through underwear
Imma dive in her pussy like Michael Phelps, I’m off the chair
I’m the people’s champ, you Scotty Two Hotty, you don’t compare, aye
Wardrobe lookin like I started bussing down a brick
She sweeter than a tootsie pop, bae I just wanna lick
We started drinking, shordies multiplied I gotta pick
If my lady find out she gone try to catch a fit
I gave a P to Kei cause he gone flip it
Baby looking so good that she got me feeling timid
Thinking bout the days I used to fuck in Honda Civics
Bitches done got badder and I’m fucking with no ceiling
Love her Spanish accent call me papi when I hit oh oh
Lay her down on all expensive linen oh oh
I ain’t slowing down ain’t getting winded oh no
Baby got that WAP I’m going swimming oh oh
Love her Spanish accent when I hit oh oh
Lay her down on all expensive linen oh oh
I ain’t slowing down ain’t getting winded oh no
Baby got that WAP I’m going swimming oh oh
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
Hundreds and fifties stay on my mind you niggas know what’s up
Treat the competition like origami I fold em up
Everyone on hush when it come to me they ain’t bold enough
Sever both your legs then I’m asking you how you holding up, aye
Wardrobe lookin like I started bussing down a brick
She sweeter than a tootsie pop, bae I just wanna lick
We started drinking, shordies multiplied I gotta pick
If my lady find out she gone try to catch a fit
They hate it when they see a nigga live it up
All this forty-two that’s in my system got my vision stuck
Little boy done said too much now we gotta go stitch em up
Only on the third lap and I see these niggas giving up
You can read the fakes from the real when it’s getting tough
Circle hella small it ain’t no way my bruddas splitting up
Niggas keep poppin off at the mouth even though I don’t care
Cause I got pictures of they bitches in a see-through underwear
Imma dive in her pussy like Michael Phelps, I’m off the chair
I’m the people’s champ, you Scotty Two Hotty, you don’t compare, aye
Wardrobe lookin like I started bussing down a brick
She sweeter than a tootsie pop, bae I just wanna lick
We started drinking, shordies multiplied I gotta pick
If my lady find out she gone try to catch a fit
I gave a P to Kei cause he gone flip it
Baby looking so good that she got me feeling timid
Thinking bout the days I used to fuck in Honda Civics
Bitches done got badder and I’m fucking with no ceiling
Love her Spanish accent call me papi when I hit oh oh
Lay her down on all expensive linen oh oh
I ain’t slowing down ain’t getting winded oh no
Baby got that WAP I’m going swimming oh oh
Love her Spanish accent when I hit oh oh
Lay her down on all expensive linen oh oh
I ain’t slowing down ain’t getting winded oh no
Baby got that WAP I’m going swimming oh oh
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Shordy fuck what he say
He don’t know how we play
She wanna come where we stay
Shordy fuck what he say
We working on the weekends
If anybody asking I say we friends
Lil baby from the East End
I told her that I need it
Lyrics submitted by blackblack
East End Lyrics as written by Nico Vega
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