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.
Welcome to the land, where it just don't stop
Trunks pop tops drop, and the front end hop
Paint flop screens on, acting bad in the song
Yeah it's on riding chrome, balling at my home
Texas plates don't hate, showing up in the state
Can't wait get it straight, while the front end break
Paid the cost to be the boss, looking good when I floss
Sunshine let it down, turn it up and clown
Fool around hit your block, trunk going on knock
Let it up let it pop, light up the whole block
Southside how we hold, on a gangsta stroll
Music hitting so hard, knocking off side mold
Hit the highway hooting, dro go on let it roll
Po' up the drank fire it up, make sho' the windows closed
On chrome high side, throwing up the Southside
Giving dap coming down, wrecking the slab
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Now what's up H-Town, 'cause we know that they feel us
Three wheeler 4 peeler, acting bad for scrilla
Swisha burna bouncing turner, sitting low on 4's
I'm pulling through the lot, slamming do's on buttons
And I'ma slide slide, slippidy slide
Pop trunk let it down, show up in my ride
Roll out the red carpet, never buy it from punks
Valet piece and chain, starched and my chain
Hit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dub
Got killa in the club, for after the club
One more time for they mind, I'ma gon' put it down
It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clown
I just want to drop it, all night long
Yeah, yeah, I just want to drop it
All night long yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
And you laced on the game, that cost a fee
Bouncing on the track, with P-A-T
Now they see how it be, I'm just a G
Cocked up on three, blowing on a whole tree
See me in the drop, crawling down on boys
Right behind him is the Lincoln, my favorite toy
Candy red with the screens, and I'm riding on cream
Mean mugs triple beams, make reality a dream
Sipping lean sticky green, make 'em crowd the whole scene
Europeans what the deal, making all haters chill
While I show my naked skills, gripping wood grain grills
Running lights shining bright, floating smooth as a kite
Trunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hats
Where they at where they at, 'fore I pull out my gat
Looking good it's understood, flossing for my hood
Taking pride in my ride, like every playa should
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks pop tops drop, and the front end hop
Paint flop screens on, acting bad in the song
Yeah it's on riding chrome, balling at my home
Texas plates don't hate, showing up in the state
Can't wait get it straight, while the front end break
Paid the cost to be the boss, looking good when I floss
Sunshine let it down, turn it up and clown
Fool around hit your block, trunk going on knock
Let it up let it pop, light up the whole block
Southside how we hold, on a gangsta stroll
Music hitting so hard, knocking off side mold
Hit the highway hooting, dro go on let it roll
Po' up the drank fire it up, make sho' the windows closed
On chrome high side, throwing up the Southside
Giving dap coming down, wrecking the slab
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Now what's up H-Town, 'cause we know that they feel us
Three wheeler 4 peeler, acting bad for scrilla
Swisha burna bouncing turner, sitting low on 4's
I'm pulling through the lot, slamming do's on buttons
And I'ma slide slide, slippidy slide
Pop trunk let it down, show up in my ride
Roll out the red carpet, never buy it from punks
Valet piece and chain, starched and my chain
Hit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dub
Got killa in the club, for after the club
One more time for they mind, I'ma gon' put it down
It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clown
I just want to drop it, all night long
Yeah, yeah, I just want to drop it
All night long yeah, drop it, drop it, drop it
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
And you laced on the game, that cost a fee
Bouncing on the track, with P-A-T
Now they see how it be, I'm just a G
Cocked up on three, blowing on a whole tree
See me in the drop, crawling down on boys
Right behind him is the Lincoln, my favorite toy
Candy red with the screens, and I'm riding on cream
Mean mugs triple beams, make reality a dream
Sipping lean sticky green, make 'em crowd the whole scene
Europeans what the deal, making all haters chill
While I show my naked skills, gripping wood grain grills
Running lights shining bright, floating smooth as a kite
Trunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hats
Where they at where they at, 'fore I pull out my gat
Looking good it's understood, flossing for my hood
Taking pride in my ride, like every playa should
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down in Houston
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks pop, tops drop
Trunks pop, tops drop
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