His most recent work samples a diverse array of artists and sounds from UK pop singers (Marina & The Diamonds & Eliza Doolittle) to indie rock staples and upstarts (Death Cab for Cutie). The idiosyncrasy of the music is very fitting as Hoodie Allen is not your typical rapper. A self-described, college educated music nerd, Hoodie Allen embraces his individuality and promotes it as the main message in his hype-machine breakout “You Are Not A Robot” (2010). The future is bright for Hoodie Allen. He plans to continue providing the masses with feel-good music for a long time.
Go buy his new album People Keep Talking on iTunes now.
Sticks And Stones
Hoodie Allen Lyrics
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Just to grab a slice of pizza
Put my CD in her speaker
Yeah, it's really nice to meet ya
Ain't no monstah, Ain't no creature
I'm online, but ain't no creeper
I'm a topsah, I just beat ya
Out my mind, so let me teach ya
Till we bag 'em up
I live in a secret world like Alex Mack
So you don't have to drag it up
Writin' 'till there's noone left like Agatha Christie
Pretend little Indian girls all miss me
They build me up and fix me
Throw me out like I'm a frisbee
But my whole team got that distance
And your whole team might be history
So please show me all that money (money)
Trying to feel up Nicki
There's too many people biting
And I told them I hate hickey's
It's a mystery
Who done done it?
You are history
Done done done with
If you pitch me
One one hundredth
Then these other rappers done with
Cause there's something in my stomach
Call it guts, I call it dumb shit
I keep all of these women in my room like they're punished, yo
It's hard to say what my future holds exactly
But yeah, I gotta love my odds like a mathlete
Oh yeah, I gotta love my odds as a black sheep
The kid with no rap sheet but all I do is rap shit
I'm first in class, a prodigy
Orders at me, my mom's so deep, I'm Prodigy
Hitting me with stick and stones don't bother me
I ignore the wannabe's cause honestly they're not what I would wanna be
So part of me, please let me exit through the gift shop
My motivation is never waiting for shit to pop
Got some new friends, where they go when the hit stop
Time's kinda funny, let me trap it in my wristwatch
Watch
Watch what's next
Cable television, chicken pox, and stress
Groupie love is kinda like obnoxious sex
Cause I love myself and yeah, that's that
So we can wait until we go and make it major league
Celebratin' with people who are secretly hatin' me
My neighbors, they just pay for me, they nicely are my favorite peeps
They never tell me keep the noise down when my neighbor sleeps
Well, that's the hard labor, and I ain't into that
So fuck money, Ima put this on the internet
Donde eres, tu girlfriend, she's in my bed
Why isn't she with you? She isn't into that
Uh, yeah, I'm bilingual
So this is just a hot record, this is not a single
Pop pop pop
Mothafucka, I'm a Pringle
Millionaire matchmaker, makin' yall mingle
In the first verse of Hoodie Allen's song "Sticks and Stones," the rapper talks about taking his girlfriend out to Webeeza for a slice of pizza and putting his CD in her speaker. He reassures listeners that he's not a monster or a creeper and that he's ready to teach them how to beat the beat. Hoodie Allen compares himself to Alex Mack and claims to live in a secret world, where nobody knows his thoughts but him. He continues to talk about his experiences with girls, saying that they build him up and fix him, only to throw him out like a frisbee. He asserts that his "whole team got that distance" and that their competition might be history. Hoodie Allen concludes the first verse of the song by asking fans to show him all that money.
In the second verse of "Sticks and Stones," Hoodie Allen discusses his life as a rapper and how he handles negative comments. He compares himself to a prodigy and mentions that his mom is the real Prodigy. He then goes on to say that he isn't bothered by people throwing sticks and stones at him and that he ignores wannabes. Hoodie Allen claims that he is all about self-love and that he embraces his unique qualities, even if they make him an outsider. He explains that he has made peace with the fact that fame might not come easily and that he's prepared to celebrate himself regardless.
Line by Line Meaning
Yep, I bring out my chick out to Webeeza
I take my girl to Webeeza for some pizza
Just to grab a slice of pizza
I'm just trying to get some food
Put my CD in her speaker
I'm sharing my music with her
Yeah, it's really nice to meet ya
I'm happy to be here with you
Ain't no monstah, Ain't no creature
I'm not a monster or a weirdo
I'm online, but ain't no creeper
I'm on the internet, but I'm not creepy
I'm a topsah, I just beat ya
I'm the best and I just won
Out my mind, so let me teach ya
I'm crazy, but I have something to teach you
Just to beat the beat the beat
I'm focused on making music
Till we bag 'em up
Until we're successful
I live in a secret world like Alex Mack
My life feels like a secret sometimes
So you don't have to drag it up
You don't have to bring up the past
Writin' 'till there's noone left like Agatha Christie
I write until I have nothing left, like Agatha Christie
Pretend little Indian girls all miss me
Girls of Indian descent act like they miss me
They build me up and fix me
They make me feel good about myself and fix any issues
Throw me out like I'm a frisbee
They discard me like a toy
But my whole team got that distance
My team is separate from the drama
And your whole team might be history
Your team might not succeed
So please show me all that money (money)
I want to see your wealth
Trying to feel up Nicki
I'm trying to impress and flirt with Nicki (Minaj)
There's too many people biting
There's too many copycats
And I told them I hate hickey's
I don't like hickeys (marks on the neck from kissing)
It's a mystery
It's unclear who did it
Who done done it?
Who did it?
You are history
You're irrelevant
Done done done with
I'm done with it
If you pitch me
If you try to sell me something
One one hundredth
A very small amount
Then these other rappers done with
Other rappers won't succeed if they try to sell me something small
Cause there's something in my stomach
I have a drive to succeed
Call it guts, I call it dumb shit
I consider my drive to succeed both brave and stupid
I keep all of these women in my room like they're punished, yo
I make women feel bad for wanting to leave my room
It's hard to say what my future holds exactly
I'm not sure what the future holds for me
But yeah, I gotta love my odds like a mathlete
I have to believe in myself like a mathlete believes in their abilities
Oh yeah, I gotta love my odds as a black sheep
I have to believe in being different and a black sheep sometimes
The kid with no rap sheet but all I do is rap shit
I don't have a criminal record - I just make music
I'm first in class, a prodigy
I'm really good and a natural talent
Orders at me, my mom's so deep, I'm Prodigy
My mom guides me and I'm a prodigy
Hitting me with stick and stones don't bother me
Insults and attacks don't affect me
I ignore the wannabe's cause honestly they're not what I would wanna be
I ignore people who are trying to be like me because that's not who I want to be
So part of me, please let me exit through the gift shop
Let me leave without any drama
My motivation is never waiting for shit to pop
I don't wait for things to happen - I make them happen
Got some new friends, where they go when the hit stop
I wonder where my friends will be when things don't go well
Time's kinda funny, let me trap it in my wristwatch
Time is weird and I want to capture it with my watch
Watch
Pay attention
Watch what's next
Pay attention to what I do next
Cable television, chicken pox, and stress
These are things that can cause problems
Groupie love is kinda like obnoxious sex
Groupie love is like loud, obnoxious sex
Cause I love myself and yeah, that's that
I love myself and that's all that matters
So we can wait until we go and make it major league
We can wait until we're very successful
Celebratin' with people who are secretly hatin' me
People who don't like me will pretend to celebrate my success
My neighbors, they just pay for me, they nicely are my favorite peeps
My neighbors are nice to me and I like them
They never tell me keep the noise down when my neighbor sleeps
My neighbors don't complain about my noise level
Well, that's the hard labor, and I ain't into that
I don't like hard work
So fuck money, Ima put this on the internet
I don't care about money - I just want to share my music
Donde eres, tu girlfriend, she's in my bed
Your girlfriend is in bed with me
Why isn't she with you? She isn't into that
She doesn't like you - she likes me
Uh, yeah, I'm bilingual
I speak two languages
So this is just a hot record, this is not a single
This is a good song, but it's not my hit single
Pop pop pop
The sound of a gun
Mothafucka, I'm a Pringle
I'm unique like a Pringle potato chip
Millionaire matchmaker, makin' yall mingle
I'm making people mix and mingle like a millionaire matchmaker
Contributed by Charlotte V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
DCMane
i wish this album was on spotify its so good
soar
I still jam to these mixtapes man. Miss the old days sometimes.
Victoria Vongate
I always miss the past.
WaveMusic
Still fireee
Matt Swa
All of hoodie's songs are great, but this one has to be the best IMO
ZBo0om
Get this back on Spotify!
Condrr
"I ignore the wannabes cause honestly theyre not what I would wanna be" I love that part
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I do too! 🙏
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Hope I bring u back to listen to this song
Michelle Macrohon
I WISH HED KEEP SINGING THE WAY HE SANG IN THE BEGGINING I CANT STOP REPLAYING THOSE MAGICAL 4 SECONDS OF MY LIFE <3