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.
Yo, what's the deal, nigga?
Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that
Trynna get our heads right, get this money right
You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go
Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, yo
Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down
Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City
Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
Cigars, paisley robes
Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window
The cashier was scared, she asked for my info
The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult
That's the coldest because
We talkin' bout five million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough
And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those hoes
We got Scribbles, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show
Special guest, Starks, Mark Ronson
First five hundred bitches went crazy when he let they aunts in
All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin'
Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment
(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
When I step into the party, all the ladies want to know
I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigaros
I can tell you what they say haters, if you want to know
They say ooh wee
When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies want to roll
Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo
If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe
Ooh wee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below
I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way too fuckin' cold
Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers
They say ooh wee
Aiyo, aiyo
I came here to party, just to cut up a rug
Don't make me want to cut up a thug
Now play something for me, DJ, 'cause there's nothin' but love
Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club
Mamis, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up
Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"
(la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
To the bang-bang boogity, up jump the funk
When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump
I love to get a bitch that's stuck up the hump
Act thug, then my foot get stuck up your rump
Like boom! Y'all heard. I bust and that's my word
So if you get out of line, then your ass is mine
And I'mma run up in your house, put it in your mouth (nigga)
I might be new to the game (what?)
But it's a damn shame what a brother 'bout to do to the game
I got Mark Ron' backin' me up
I'm already on a song with Nate Dogg
That's why you wanna hate, dog?
Here's a warning: when Mark bring the horns in
Say the wrong thing and you won't see the morning
You gon' get dealt with, man. Yo Nate, man
Let's ride on these bitches. Come on!
Ooh, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
I can tell you what they say, haters, if you wanna know
They say ooh wee
Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that
Trynna get our heads right, get this money right
You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go
Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, yo
Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down
Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City
Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
Cigars, paisley robes
Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window
The cashier was scared, she asked for my info
The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult
That's the coldest because
We talkin' bout five million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough
And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those hoes
We got Scribbles, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show
Special guest, Starks, Mark Ronson
First five hundred bitches went crazy when he let they aunts in
All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin'
Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment
(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
When I step into the party, all the ladies want to know
I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigaros
I can tell you what they say haters, if you want to know
They say ooh wee
When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies want to roll
Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo
If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe
Ooh wee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below
I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way too fuckin' cold
Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers
They say ooh wee
Aiyo, aiyo
I came here to party, just to cut up a rug
Don't make me want to cut up a thug
Now play something for me, DJ, 'cause there's nothin' but love
Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club
Mamis, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up
Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"
(la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
To the bang-bang boogity, up jump the funk
When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump
I love to get a bitch that's stuck up the hump
Act thug, then my foot get stuck up your rump
Like boom! Y'all heard. I bust and that's my word
So if you get out of line, then your ass is mine
And I'mma run up in your house, put it in your mouth (nigga)
I might be new to the game (what?)
But it's a damn shame what a brother 'bout to do to the game
I got Mark Ron' backin' me up
I'm already on a song with Nate Dogg
That's why you wanna hate, dog?
Here's a warning: when Mark bring the horns in
Say the wrong thing and you won't see the morning
You gon' get dealt with, man. Yo Nate, man
Let's ride on these bitches. Come on!
Ooh, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
I can tell you what they say, haters, if you wanna know
They say ooh wee
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