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.
Uh, uh huh, uh huh, uh uh, uh huh, uh
Yeah, yeah yeah, uh
What? What? What? What? Uh huh, uh huh
What? What? What? What? Shake ya booty now
(Rock, CL) uh huh, uh huh
(Pete Rock, CL, 2000) What?
What? (Uh) Uh huh what? Uh huh
See
You love it when it's like this
We deep over there
The dice games, the car shows
Broads everywhere
New paper freakin' me off, my workout's mean
Spending hours in the 'cuzzi
Clicking channels on the screen
Miss Chin, full body rub, hosted that snub
Got a mob of thugs, shirts off
Dancing through the club
See, the ladies keep touring
The Cris keep pouring
I'm Iverson at the two guard
Automatic scoring
Want a woman that's doin' it
Got her own stash
Some Halle Berry, Salli Richardson
Stacey Dash
Come to all Venus' tennis matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas
Gotta hurt some things, wanna live like kings
Come sharp for the playoffs
The race for the rings
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block
We the hottest thing moving
Right now screw y'all let it get money
And watch what it do to y'all
Play to win it all, sweeping anybody
Ya heard?
Spottin' one of my pretty toys, moving up 3rd
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th Street Park
Feelin' the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
Like the first time wifey let
You taste the snatch
Holding three carats, platinum
With the Rolly to match
I do it to be the best, money's nothing to me
Got it all and want more, how hungry are we?
The streets made us officially
Flash or lay low
Meet the undisputed king of the volcano
Picture my team, living this American Dream
All in my theme
Lovin' how it picked up steam
Wanna count my cake by a calculator, fool
And add ten to twenty thick ones
Loungin' by the pool
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block
Put it down like I was born to do it
Made to live it
Paid to spit it, custom fitted
Watchin' me get it
Want the nice legs, 'nuff kitty
Stay driving something pretty
Cozy in a duplex, overlooking the city
Slick heels wit' yo' toes showin', sun dress
Wind blowing catchin' plenty like that
Feel the way it's flowing
We can party all night long, baby
They understand deep down
You know I'm really just a one-woman man
You ain't bigger than the next
Steak for eating your Wheaties
I'm into sweet cigars
Suntans and wet bikinis
Off to sell-out crowds from the magazine page
Out the tunnel in the studio
To bring it to the stage
All sexual to hit y'all gutter, high velocity
Dames wanna taste it for the sheer curiosity
It's strong and it's real
Plus it lives by the code
A multi-million dollar project
In ass-shaking mode
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block
(Back up on the block)
"Mecca and the Soul Brother" "In the house"
Pete Rock, CL smooth pete Rock, CL smooth
Pete Rock, CL smooth pete Rock, CL smooth
Pete Rock, CL smooth pete Rock, CL smooth
Yeah, yeah yeah, uh
What? What? What? What? Uh huh, uh huh
What? What? What? What? Shake ya booty now
(Rock, CL) uh huh, uh huh
(Pete Rock, CL, 2000) What?
What? (Uh) Uh huh what? Uh huh
See
You love it when it's like this
We deep over there
The dice games, the car shows
Broads everywhere
New paper freakin' me off, my workout's mean
Spending hours in the 'cuzzi
Clicking channels on the screen
Miss Chin, full body rub, hosted that snub
Got a mob of thugs, shirts off
Dancing through the club
See, the ladies keep touring
The Cris keep pouring
I'm Iverson at the two guard
Automatic scoring
Want a woman that's doin' it
Got her own stash
Some Halle Berry, Salli Richardson
Stacey Dash
Come to all Venus' tennis matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas
Gotta hurt some things, wanna live like kings
Come sharp for the playoffs
The race for the rings
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block
We the hottest thing moving
Right now screw y'all let it get money
And watch what it do to y'all
Play to win it all, sweeping anybody
Ya heard?
Spottin' one of my pretty toys, moving up 3rd
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th Street Park
Feelin' the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
Like the first time wifey let
You taste the snatch
Holding three carats, platinum
With the Rolly to match
I do it to be the best, money's nothing to me
Got it all and want more, how hungry are we?
The streets made us officially
Flash or lay low
Meet the undisputed king of the volcano
Picture my team, living this American Dream
All in my theme
Lovin' how it picked up steam
Wanna count my cake by a calculator, fool
And add ten to twenty thick ones
Loungin' by the pool
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block
Put it down like I was born to do it
Made to live it
Paid to spit it, custom fitted
Watchin' me get it
Want the nice legs, 'nuff kitty
Stay driving something pretty
Cozy in a duplex, overlooking the city
Slick heels wit' yo' toes showin', sun dress
Wind blowing catchin' plenty like that
Feel the way it's flowing
We can party all night long, baby
They understand deep down
You know I'm really just a one-woman man
You ain't bigger than the next
Steak for eating your Wheaties
I'm into sweet cigars
Suntans and wet bikinis
Off to sell-out crowds from the magazine page
Out the tunnel in the studio
To bring it to the stage
All sexual to hit y'all gutter, high velocity
Dames wanna taste it for the sheer curiosity
It's strong and it's real
Plus it lives by the code
A multi-million dollar project
In ass-shaking mode
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block
(Back up on the block)
"Mecca and the Soul Brother" "In the house"
Pete Rock, CL smooth pete Rock, CL smooth
Pete Rock, CL smooth pete Rock, CL smooth
Pete Rock, CL smooth pete Rock, CL smooth
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Back on da Block Lyrics as written by Dennis Round Anthony Bernard Round
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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