More songs by Trap Dickey
Description
Programmer, Producer: Loko
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: IMixNation
Mixing Engineer: Andrew Boyd
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer: Adam Burt
Composer Lyricist: Travis Dickey
Composer Lyricist: Dalvin Graves
Composer Lyricist: Rivers Cuomo
Lyrics and translation
Original
On an island in the sun.
We'll be playing and having fun.
And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain.
Hip-hip. Hip-hip.
Hip-hip.
I mix nation for real.
-Hip-hip. -Having my way like I don't got a parent.
Man, she all in my business, Karen. My hitters spin the block, not even caring.
They gon' do what I say, parrot. Blackout, we got the boys too scary.
Make a wish and I got it, fairy. Fell in love with the streets, we married.
Come off the bench like Jason Terry. Start off the game like Jason Kidd.
Wherever I stand, that nation business. Repping LA like a Lakers fitted.
Treat the rap game like a race, we dipping. Catch one of these rappers and taking they pendant.
Killing this shit like the Haitians with me. Then go to trial, won't say who did it.
Bring it back like I just made another one. Man, I'm whipping it like Uncle Willie's son.
But it's two of us, I'm not the only one.
Fuck them hitters and fuck all the other ones, and the other ones, and the other ones.
All the rappers, they say that I'm better than. Man, I'm killing this shit like a veteran.
Watch my little brother step, grab my medicine. Catch him with it, then jack his letterman.
Having my way like I don't got a parent. Man, she all in my business, Karen.
My hitters spin the block, not even caring. They gon' do what I say, parrot.
Blackout, we got the boys too scary. Make a wish and I got it, fairy.
Fell in love with the streets, we married. Come off the bench like Jason Terry. Hitting these people like Terry
Johnson. We send them up, that's unresponsive.
Hanging with, hanging with shooters, monsters. He pulled the racks out so we robbed him.
Ducking this shit like I'm Vince Carter. Jump out like Davis, I hit harder.
Mixing it, I'm drinking like water. These hitters twelve, fed marshals.
Having my way like I don't got a parent. Man, she all in my business, Karen.
My hitters spin the block, not even caring. They gon' do what I say, parrot.
Blackout, we got the boys too scary. Make a wish and I got it, fairy. Fell in love with the streets, we married.
Come off the bench like Jason Terry.
Hip-hip. Hip-
English translation
On an island in the sun.
We'll be playing and having fun.
And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain.
Hip-hip. Hip-hip.
Hip-hip.
I mix nation for real.
-Hip-hip. -Having my way like I don't got a parent.
Man, she all in my business, Karen. My hitters spin the block, not even caring.
They gon' do what I say, parrot. Blackout, we got the boys too scary.
Make a wish and I got it, fairy. Fell in love with the streets, we married.
Come off the bench like Jason Terry. Start off the game like Jason Kidd.
Wherever I stand, that nation business. Repping LA like a Lakers fitted.
Treat the rap game like a race, we dipping. Catch one of these rappers and taking they pendant.
Killing this shit like the Haitians with me. Then go to trial, won't say who did it.
Bring it back like I just made another one. Man, I'm whipping it like Uncle Willie's son.
But it's two of us, I'm not the only one.
Fuck them hitters and fuck all the other ones, and the other ones, and the other ones.
All the rappers, they say that I'm better than. Man, I'm killing this shit like a veteran.
Watch my little brother step, grab my medicine. Catch him with it, then jack his letterman.
Having my way like I don't got a parent. Man, she all in my business, Karen.
My hitters spin the block, not even caring. They gon' do what I say, parrot.
Blackout, we got the boys too scary. Make a wish and I got it, fairy.
Fell in love with the streets, we married. Come off the bench like Jason Terry. Hitting these people like Terry
Johnson. We send them up, that's unresponsive.
Hanging with, hanging with shooters, monsters. He pulled the racks out so we robbed him.
Ducking this shit like I'm Vince Carter. Jump out like Davis, I hit harder.
Mixing it, I'm drinking like water. These hitters twelve, fed marshals.
Having my way like I don't got a parent. Man, she all in my business, Karen.
My hitters spin the block, not even caring. They gon' do what I say, parrot.
Blackout, we got the boys too scary. Make a wish and I got it, fairy. Fell in love with the streets, we married.
Come off the bench like Jason Terry.
Hip-hip. Hip-