Gonorrhea
Drake Lyrics


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Yeah
Sound like my mic is right
Ugh

I am not a human, shout to all my moon men
Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine
And niggas don't cross the line, niggas stay in line
Like welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, nigga, hell yeah
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide, baby
That's more tear drops, call me crybaby
What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I'm a young god, swagger unflawed
Bitch, I'm in the building, you in the front yard
Life's a bitch, nah, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard
Yeah, you boys is washed up
And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup
Weezy Baby AKA bring the money home
Pull out a AK and pop you in ya funny bone
Laugh now, die later, motherfucker
You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta, motherfucker, uh

Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

Man, I'm so tired of ballin' I sleep a lot now
I'll let my goons rush ya like Moscow
Gun at your eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball hard, even with five fouls
Yeah, we in this bitch like tampons
Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on
Choke hold around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on
Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be prayin' on
Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, "You can join"
Yeah, what y'all wanna do, I'm all ears
Smokin' on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

Yeah, I call it how I see ya (uh)
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya (uh, uh)
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea (uh)
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea (haha)
Yeah, I call it how I see ya (yeah, yeah)
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya (yeah, yeah)
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea (uh, yeah)
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

I am spendin' much more than I'm makin'
On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money tell the magazines stop askin' me
I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head
And a flag the color red like a fuckin' low battery (okay)
Nigga, peep the shit I'm wylin' on
I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a calzone (okay)
I will break your fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' mileage on
And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's home

Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea
The money keep growin', yep
It's growin' like a Chia
Yeah, I call it how I see it
Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea




Uh, you keep talkin' that shit, I'ma see ya
Kill your senorita and fuck your mamamia, uh

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Drake's song "Gonorrhea" are filled with braggadocio and provocative language, as is characteristic of his early rap style. The song opens with Drake asserting his dominance and unique identity. He refers to himself as "Tune" and suggests that he has a captive audience of women who are tuned in to his music. He acknowledges the chaotic nature of the world but expresses his preference to stay in his lane and avoid crossing lines. Drake then compares himself to a hot devil and highlights his impact and presence through references to homicide and tear drops.


The second verse continues with Drake's confident and confrontational tone. He asserts his superiority, calling himself a "young god" with flawless swagger. He contrasts his accomplishments with those who are washed up, comparing himself to the infamous viral video "2 Girls 1 Cup" and suggesting that he is metaphorically defecating on his competition. He uses explicit language and derogatory terms to insult others. The chorus of the song reinforces his disdain for certain individuals, proclaiming that he does not want anything to do with their negativity or diseases.


The third verse focuses more on Drake's material wealth and extravagant lifestyle. He speaks about his excessive spending on cars and vacations, admitting that it is perhaps too much information. He dismisses criticism by mentioning that he is signed to Young Money, the music label he was affiliated with at the time. He boasts about his association with other notable figures and indulges in wordplay, referencing a low battery and a Styrofoam cup. Drake ends the song with more aggressive language, threatening violence and claiming superiority.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah
Expressing agreement or affirmation


Sound like my mic is right
The sound quality of my microphone is good


Ugh
Expressing disgust or frustration


I am not a human, shout to all my moon men
I consider myself superior or otherworldly, acknowledging my fans


Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
My nickname is Tune, and I have a large female fan base


It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine
The world is chaotic, so I prefer to focus on my own reality


And niggas don't cross the line, niggas stay in line
People should respect boundaries and not exceed their limits


Like welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere
Similar to government assistance, I am distant or disconnected from reality


Hotter than a devil, nigga, hell yeah
I am extremely attractive or talented


Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide, baby
Playing on the nursery rhyme 'Rock-a-Bye Baby' to convey a dangerous or deadly situation


That's more tear drops, call me crybaby
I have experienced significant pain or emotional distress, earning the nickname 'crybaby'


What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine
If you have something to say, say it to my gun


Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I will silence you by literally removing your ability to speak


I'm a young god, swagger unflawed
I possess a god-like presence and flawless confidence


Bitch, I'm in the building, you in the front yard
I am successful and influential, while you are insignificant


Life's a bitch, nah, better yet a dumb broad
Life is challenging and unpredictable


And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard
I have the ability to achieve great success and impact globally


Yeah, you boys is washed up
You are no longer relevant or respected


And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup
I am humiliating or degrading them, comparing it to a controversial video


Weezy Baby AKA bring the money home
Referring to himself as Weezy Baby and emphasizing his ability to generate wealth


Pull out a AK and pop you in ya funny bone
I will harm or injure you severely, targeting a sensitive area


Laugh now, die later, motherfucker
Enjoy your temporary happiness, because your demise is imminent


You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta, motherfucker, uh
You are weak or submissive, similar to a sorority member


Man, I'm so tired of ballin' I sleep a lot now
I am exhausted from my lavish lifestyle, causing me to sleep more


I'll let my goons rush ya like Moscow
I will allow my gang members to aggressively confront you


Gun at your eyebrow, pow pow
Threatening to shoot you in the head


Man, I ball hard, even with five fouls
I excel in my endeavors, even when facing obstacles or limitations


Yeah, we in this bitch like tampons
We are fully present in this situation or location


Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on
I will leave you stranded or abandoned in a remote area


Choke hold around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on
I have complete control over this situation, being directly involved


I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on
I indulge in drugs and luxuries, such as expensive bedding


Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
I am facing adversity, relying on my own strength to overcome it


Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn
There is a seductive woman in the room, providing me with sexual satisfaction


Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be prayin' on
She is performing oral sex on me, despite her religious beliefs


Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, 'You can join'
She is inviting her female friend to engage in a threesome


Yeah, what y'all wanna do, I'm all ears
I am open to suggestions or requests


Smokin' on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce
I am smoking a specific strain of marijuana known as 'headband'


I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years
I am significantly more advanced or progressive


Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears
I excel in my field, just like notable musicians Solange, India Arie, and Britney Spears


I am spendin' much more than I'm makin'
I am using money irresponsibly, exceeding my income


On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information?
I am questioning whether sharing my luxurious expenses is excessive


I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
I purchased an expensive car for status, not necessarily for its intended purpose


With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am consistently being fined for traffic violations due to my proximity to a police station


I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
I am confused as to why you harbor resentment or anger towards me


Yes, I'm with Young Money tell the magazines stop askin' me
I am affiliated with the Young Money record label and want to deter media inquiries


I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head
I frequently associate with a person who has dreadlocks and head tattoos


And a flag the color red like a fuckin' low battery (okay)
He has a red flag, symbolizing danger or warning


Nigga, peep the shit I'm wylin' on
Pay attention to the wild or outrageous things I am doing


I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home
I spend time with your ex-partner, while you take care of your responsibilities


Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam
We enjoy drinking beverages in large quantities, using Styrofoam cups


Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a calzone (okay)
We have significant wealth and assets, referring to it as a 'calzone'


I will break your fuckin' collar bone
I threaten to physically harm you by fracturing your collarbone


Us against the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on
We are a united front, so choose if you're with us or against us


Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' mileage on
Lil Wayne owns a Bugatti car and drives it regularly


And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's home
We are prepared to dominate our competition, comparing our impact to a powerful explosive


We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea
We possess obnoxious or unpleasant qualities, likening us to diarrhea


The money keep growin', yep
My wealth continues to increase


It's growin' like a Chia
It is growing rapidly, similar to a Chia Pet


Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea
You are weak or cowardly individuals, deserving to be labeled as gonorrhea


Uh, you keep talkin' that shit, I'ma see ya
If you continue to speak negatively, I will confront you


Kill your senorita and fuck your mamamia, uh
I will harm your female companion and engage in sexual activities with her, disregarding any emotional attachments




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Aubrey Graham, Daniel Johnson

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