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 yo
I swear to God I'm addressin' all types of shit
Tote big guns, with all types of clips
See those cars I be in, all types of whips
And them whores I got, all types of chicks
See those sneaks I rock, all types of kicks
In the double xl, in all types of flicks
On my two way pager, typin' shit
I made a lot of records, all types of hits
I was told to get dough, all types of chips
Flip weed, coke, dough, all types of bricks
I've been overseas, on all types of trips
My coke come on a boat, all types of ships
Catch me on LaCienaga indica, s type and shit
The new cl, type s and shit
And I bust guns at all types of clicks
Took four and made all types of flips, motherfucker
We got the S class, the Cadillac's, and excel
We blowin' up y'all, we got all types of B's
We got the chocolate, Hawaiian skunk, and purple haze
Roll it up y'all, we got all types of trees
We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright golds
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of guns
We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the Yen and ma
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of ones
Fuckin' wit these records, I made all types of deals
Fuckin' wit these wild dudes, I tote all types of steel
Fuckin' wit these streets, I'm in all types of beef
And now, that I'm on, I got all types of creeps
Movie stars, chicken heads, all types of freaks
Hydro, chocolate, all types of trees
Bentleys, widebodies, all types of v's
Yamaha's, snowmobiles, all types of skis
Know Bleek done it all, all types of things
Know the squad rock ice, all types of bling
And I learnt from the best, all types of vets
You know I throw it up, on all types of sets
And you know I hear it all, all types of hate
But Bleek benchpress all types of weight
And when my shit drop, I'm gonna get all types of scans
And rap the logo on all types of vans, motherfucker
We got the S class, the Cadillac's, and excel
We blowin' up y'all, we got all types of B's
We got the chocolate, Hawaiian skunk, and purple haze
Roll it up y'all, we got all types of trees
We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright golds
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of guns
We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the Yen and ma
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of ones
We got the S class, the Cadillac's, and excel
We blowin' up y'all, we got all types of B's
We got the chocolate, Hawaiian skunk, and purple haze
Roll it up y'all, we got all types of trees
We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright golds
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of guns
We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the Yen and ma
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of ones
Yea man, it's young hova
Coolin' out, young Memph Bleek, you know
What ya niggas need man? Whacha do, wha ya 'vice man?
You smoke, drink, do dope man, got dat shit man
Wha'cha hoes want to see us in man, SUV's, coupes, drops?
We got all dat shit man
Wha'cha like man, wha'cha you want to see us in, five, ten bedrooms?
We sleep in twenty, we sleep in twenty, man
Wha'cha need, movie theaters, duplexes, triplexes, we got all that man
Wha'cha want to see us in, Rocawear furs, however man
Ma, what you want to see us in?
Yo, you know what I need to see you in
I need to see you in some briefs
Briefs?
No we don't do that, haha
I swear to God I'm addressin' all types of shit
Tote big guns, with all types of clips
See those cars I be in, all types of whips
And them whores I got, all types of chicks
See those sneaks I rock, all types of kicks
In the double xl, in all types of flicks
On my two way pager, typin' shit
I made a lot of records, all types of hits
I was told to get dough, all types of chips
Flip weed, coke, dough, all types of bricks
I've been overseas, on all types of trips
My coke come on a boat, all types of ships
Catch me on LaCienaga indica, s type and shit
The new cl, type s and shit
And I bust guns at all types of clicks
Took four and made all types of flips, motherfucker
We got the S class, the Cadillac's, and excel
We blowin' up y'all, we got all types of B's
We got the chocolate, Hawaiian skunk, and purple haze
Roll it up y'all, we got all types of trees
We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright golds
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of guns
We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the Yen and ma
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of ones
Fuckin' wit these records, I made all types of deals
Fuckin' wit these wild dudes, I tote all types of steel
Fuckin' wit these streets, I'm in all types of beef
And now, that I'm on, I got all types of creeps
Movie stars, chicken heads, all types of freaks
Hydro, chocolate, all types of trees
Bentleys, widebodies, all types of v's
Yamaha's, snowmobiles, all types of skis
Know Bleek done it all, all types of things
Know the squad rock ice, all types of bling
And I learnt from the best, all types of vets
You know I throw it up, on all types of sets
And you know I hear it all, all types of hate
But Bleek benchpress all types of weight
And when my shit drop, I'm gonna get all types of scans
And rap the logo on all types of vans, motherfucker
We got the S class, the Cadillac's, and excel
We blowin' up y'all, we got all types of B's
We got the chocolate, Hawaiian skunk, and purple haze
Roll it up y'all, we got all types of trees
We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright golds
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of guns
We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the Yen and ma
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of ones
We got the S class, the Cadillac's, and excel
We blowin' up y'all, we got all types of B's
We got the chocolate, Hawaiian skunk, and purple haze
Roll it up y'all, we got all types of trees
We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright golds
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of guns
We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the Yen and ma
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of ones
Yea man, it's young hova
Coolin' out, young Memph Bleek, you know
What ya niggas need man? Whacha do, wha ya 'vice man?
You smoke, drink, do dope man, got dat shit man
Wha'cha hoes want to see us in man, SUV's, coupes, drops?
We got all dat shit man
Wha'cha like man, wha'cha you want to see us in, five, ten bedrooms?
We sleep in twenty, we sleep in twenty, man
Wha'cha need, movie theaters, duplexes, triplexes, we got all that man
Wha'cha want to see us in, Rocawear furs, however man
Ma, what you want to see us in?
Yo, you know what I need to see you in
I need to see you in some briefs
Briefs?
No we don't do that, haha
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
All Types of Shit Lyrics as written by Malik Deshawn Cox Shawn Carter
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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