1. Girl Talk is t… Read Full Bio ↴Girl Talk is the name of at least 4 known artists:
1. Girl Talk is the stage name of Gregg Gillis (born October 26, 1981). Gillis, who is based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, has released five CD albums on Illegal Art and vinyl releases on 333 and 12 Apostles. He began making music while a student at Case Western Reserve University. He specializes in sample-based remixes, in which he uses at least a dozen elements from different songs to create a new song. At his early shows, Gillis became notorious for his exhibitionist antics on stage, spontaneously removing most or all of his clothing mid-performance. He has given different explanations for the origin of his stage name, once saying it alluded to a Jim Morrison poem and once saying it alluded to an early Merzbow side project. He has also stated that "Girl Talk" is simply the opposite of what one would think when picturing a man playing music with a laptop.
Girl Talk was featured in Good Copy Bad Copy and Rip! A Remix Manifesto; both documentary films about copyright/fair use.
2. Girl Talk is the name of a British 80's eurodisco duo consisting of sisters Karen & Julie Wright.
3. Girl Talk is the name of an 80's synth-pop/Hi-NRG trio consisting of members Denise Rosner, Leslie Perkins and Stacy Dunne. They released their debut album Talk Crazy To Me in 1986 with CBS/Sony Records.
4. Girl Talk is the name of a Norwegian jazz trio. The band was formed by Bodil Niska in 1992, and consists of Elizabeth Walker on the piano and Tine Asmundsen on the bass. Their first album, Talkin' Jazz, was recorded in 1992.
Shut the Club Down
Girl Talk Lyrics
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One, one, one, one, one
Whooo-eee!
(Hey, hey you!)
Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down
Walk through the club me and mug haters downDrop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen
Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet
They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he?
I straighten up yo boy, he raised in the streets
My name's Ramona and you can spell it when I step in yo room
Take vi, Chevy go zoom
I hit the club with a mug so mean
Got them niggas like who the fuck is that
Then I hopped up out the car so clean
Got them niggas like who the fuck is that
I'm like right, left, back, forth
Yeah I got the money, nigga that's of course
Hit the stage with a b-boy stance
The club owner like who the fuck is that
Hey, hey, you, you
Get it quick, wanna jack
No way, no way
No slack
Hey, hey, you, you
Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack
Rich boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
Took it to the chop shop
Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped
Candy red lollipop
There's hoes in the parking lot
But I still got my glock cocked
New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot
Don't you see the big chain
Don't you see the big rims
Wonder who they hatin' on lately
Baby it's him candy paint,
Gator skin seats call me dun dee
Pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me
Rich boy sellin' crack
Fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some d's on that bitch!)
Just bought a Cadillac (throw some d's on that bitch!)
Just bought a Cadillac
Rich boy sellin' crack
Wanna jack
No slack
Sellin' crack
Wanna jack
No slack
Lil mama, it's ya boy youngin
G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)
Gotta love it, ya boy so fly
All the ladies go (oh) when a nigga go by.
Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh
She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi.
That's right, so I let her kiss the prince
So boyfriend, she ain't missed him since.
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
With a little bit of gold and a pager
We don't give a fuck
With a little bit of gold and a pager
We don't give a fuck
Hey!
The lyrics to "Shut the Club Down" by Girl Talk seem to be an expression of wealth, power, and status. The persona of the song is a man boasting about his luxurious lifestyle, and how he can come into any club and shut it down with his presence alone. The lyrics suggest that he is not just wealthy, but he is respected and feared by those around him. He's someone who doesn't just blend in with the crowd but stands out as soon as he enters the room.
The first verse of the song is where the persona is introduced. Here, he is described as someone who can "walk through the club me and mug haters down" - which suggests that he commands attention and respect from those around him. He "dropped a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen," referring to Louis the 13th, which is a luxury brand of cognac. He's also "posted up camouflage down to [his] feet," which implies that he's decked out in expensive clothing that everyone takes notice of. The repeated phrase "Who the fuck is that" suggests that he's got everyone's attention, and people are wondering just who he is.
The verses that follow are more about the persona's experiences, and how he's living the life that others can only dream about. He's got a clean ride - a Chevy - and he's got two-tone flip-flops, candy-red lollipop. He also refers to himself as a "Rich boy selling crack," which could either be a metaphor for how wealthy he is or a reference to his past. The repeated lines "And everybody say, I remember way back when" suggest that the persona has come a long way to get to where he is now, and that his success is something that people around him recognize.
Overall, the lyrics to "Shut the Club Down" by Girl Talk are all about wealth, success, and living life to the fullest. The persona is someone who has worked hard to get where he is and wants everyone to know it. He's unapologetically flashy and will flex his power and wealth whenever he has the chance.
Line by Line Meaning
One, one, one, one, one
Repetition of ‘One’ sound just for effect.
One, one, one, one, one
Repetition of ‘One’ sound just for effect.
Whooo-eee!
Exclamation Sound indicating excitement.
(Hey, hey you!)
Call to attention.
Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down
I am so popular and entertaining that it’s easy for me to close down the club.
Walk through the club me and mug haters down
I am so intimidating that others cannot stand up to me in the club.
Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis XIII
I am able to afford expensive drinks and show off my wealth at the bar.
Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet
I am wearing camouflage clothing all the way down to my boots.
They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he?
People are curious about who I am.
I straighten up yo boy, he raised in the streets
I am respected on the streets and can get people in line.
My name's Ramona and you can spell it when I step in yo room
I am confident and make sure everyone knows my name.
Take vi, Chevy go zoom
I am capable of quickly leaving the area in my Chevrolet.
I hit the club with a mug so mean
I entered the club with an intimidating facial expression.
Got them niggas like who the fuck is that
I am so unfamiliar and intriguing to others that they cannot stop wondering about me.
Then I hopped up out the car so clean
I got out of my car looking very stylish and impressive.
I'm like right, left, back, forth
I am dancing with a lot of movement.
Yeah I got the money, nigga that's of course
I am wealthy and have a lot of money.
Hit the stage with a b-boy stance
I entered the performance area with a breakdancing stance.
The club owner like who the fuck is that
Even the owner of the club is confused about who I am.
Hey, hey, you, you
Call to attention.
Get it quick, wanna jack
I am urging others to steal from me quickly.
No way, no way
But there’s no way they can succeed.
No slack
I am not being lazy or taking it easy.
Rich boy selling crack fuck niggas wanna jack
I am wealthy and successful, but others still want to steal from me.
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
I am moving up in the world and just purchased a new car.
Took it to the chop shop
I took the car to a mechanic to customize it.
Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped
The mechanic changed the roof of the car and added eye-catching details.
Candy red lollipop
The car is painted in a bright red color.
There's hoes in the parking lot
There are many women in the parking lot.
But I still got my glock cocked
I am still armed with a gun to protect myself.
New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot
I am flaunting my wealth with the large knot in my tie.
Don't you see the big chain
I am making sure others notice my expensive necklace.
Don't you see the big rims
I have impressive and large rims on my car.
Wonder who they hatin' on lately
I am curious who others are jealous of now.
Baby it's him candy paint,
I am proud of my car’s shiny new paint job.
Gator skin seats call me dun dee
The seats in my car are made of alligator skin.
Pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be
I am seen as important and admirable in the neighborhood.
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
I have an old car that others are envious of.
Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me
I am not hiding or trying to be subtle about my identity.
Lil mama, it's ya boy youngin
I am speaking to a young woman.
G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)
I am traveling in style and have expensive luggage.
Gotta love it, ya boy so fly
I am confident and know that I look good.
All the ladies go (oh) when a nigga go by.
Women are impressed and attracted to me.
Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh
I am wearing designer clothing and accessories.
She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi.
The woman wants to be with me, even if it means risking her life.
That's right, so I let her kiss the prince
I am letting the woman be close to me and show affection.
So boyfriend, she ain't missed him since.
I am better than her partner and she is happy to be with me.
And everybody say, I remember way back when
People are reminiscing about the past.
With a little bit of gold and a pager
I am referring to the technology and fashion trends of the past.
We don't give a fuck
But we don’t care about what others think of us.
Hey!
Exclamation Sound indicating a break or pause in the song.
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