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.
The Aphelliates, nigga (pay attention)
(Trapaholics)
We makin' it easy
Uh-huh (Holiday Season)
Uh-huh, yo
Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay, okay, whoa, whoa Holiday, wait hold on, hold on Holiday
You can't give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like c'mon now
You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)
They can't just get that shit right off the top
Like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back (let's get 'em)
Holiday Season, ayy
I think we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics (Trapaholics, bitch)
We workin'
Uh-huh
Let's go Nicki
Uh-huh, yo (like you ain't know)
Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel
Keep the Snow White, I can buy it by the bundle
Step ya cookies up, 'fore they crumble
Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (fumble)
'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer
All the dope boys gon' feel her
Flow so sick I need a healer
Fuck is my MAC concealer?
I be out in Queens in the back of
Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal
That's why I get more head than a pigtail
Pour some ranch, I'm gettin' the munchies
I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entree
'Cause they be thinkin' they can spit, spit-shine my shoes
You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs
I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo
I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew
Listen you should buy a sixteen 'cause I write it good
That 808, woof, woof 'cause I ride it good
And bitches can't find they man 'cause I ride it good
I'm the wolf where is Little Red-a Riding Hood?
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, "Park it"
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, "Park it"
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em (Holiday Season)
Wow
It's like I just single-handedly annihilated
You know, every rap bitch in the building
Like, like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja
Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie
Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls bother at this point
Like give it up, it's me, I win, you lose
Hahahahahaha, oh shit
Haha, yo
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Now, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Hahahahahaha
I told you, I told you before
I told you, y'all was gon' have to pick my fruit out
Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out
I want y'all to start goin' to the boutiques
You know I'm sayin'?
Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me
I want, I want you know leopard skin and you know
I want, I want all that crazy lizard skin, shit
Like, you know make sure you
You can be my personal shopper
Ayo
Woo
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
(Trapaholics)
We makin' it easy
Uh-huh (Holiday Season)
Uh-huh, yo
Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay, okay, whoa, whoa Holiday, wait hold on, hold on Holiday
You can't give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like c'mon now
You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)
They can't just get that shit right off the top
Like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back (let's get 'em)
Holiday Season, ayy
I think we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics (Trapaholics, bitch)
We workin'
Uh-huh
Let's go Nicki
Uh-huh, yo (like you ain't know)
Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel
Keep the Snow White, I can buy it by the bundle
Step ya cookies up, 'fore they crumble
Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (fumble)
'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer
All the dope boys gon' feel her
Flow so sick I need a healer
Fuck is my MAC concealer?
I be out in Queens in the back of
Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal
That's why I get more head than a pigtail
Pour some ranch, I'm gettin' the munchies
I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entree
'Cause they be thinkin' they can spit, spit-shine my shoes
You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs
I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo
I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew
Listen you should buy a sixteen 'cause I write it good
That 808, woof, woof 'cause I ride it good
And bitches can't find they man 'cause I ride it good
I'm the wolf where is Little Red-a Riding Hood?
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, "Park it"
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, "Park it"
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em (Holiday Season)
Wow
It's like I just single-handedly annihilated
You know, every rap bitch in the building
Like, like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja
Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie
Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls bother at this point
Like give it up, it's me, I win, you lose
Hahahahahaha, oh shit
Haha, yo
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Now, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Hahahahahaha
I told you, I told you before
I told you, y'all was gon' have to pick my fruit out
Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out
I want y'all to start goin' to the boutiques
You know I'm sayin'?
Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me
I want, I want you know leopard skin and you know
I want, I want all that crazy lizard skin, shit
Like, you know make sure you
You can be my personal shopper
Ayo
Woo
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Lyrics submitted by Iantuition
Itty Bitty Piggy Lyrics as written by Onika Tanya Maraj Deandre Cortez Way
Lyrics © MIZAY PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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