Goin' Down on It
Hot Action Cop Lyrics


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Uh uh?
Wha wha?
Zoom boom boom boom,
Uh?
Wha wha?
Uh uh?
One on one,
Two on one,
Three on one,
Add one for fun!
Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue,
Ya run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum,
You could be the pony boy you could be the one,
You drive it like a semi to the setting summer sun,
Gettin' off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp,
Notice that the weather in the region getting damp,
Ya want to mail the letter,
Ya gotta lick the stamp,
Not once not twice,
But three times damn!
Pretty!
Wah!
See that!
Cha!
She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
We go we go we go we goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
He go he go he go he goin' down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin' down on it,
You go you go you go you goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
What side westside was your best side!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
Cha!
Uh uh,
Black on white,
White on black,
Used to love a black chick,
She loved me back,
Say wiggy wiggy wig wig,
Wiggy wiggy wack,
The big 'ol bouncin' boobies give your grandpa heartattack,
You run it through the front door but you leavin' through the back,
You jumpin' over fences and you almost rip your sack,
You suckin' down the juices like your favorite flavor tang,
The lover aborigine the baby boomerang,
The coochie be the kryptonite and you be supermang,
Wassup cussup now dizza dizza wang!
See that!
Cha!
Pretty!
Wah!
She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
He go he go he go he goin' down on it,
She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin' down on it,
We go we go we go we goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
What side westside you go down on it!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
Cha!
Whoo!
Uh uh?
Zoom boom boom boom,
Uh uh?
Wuh wuh wuh wuh
This is the acid rock section of the song,
All you burned out acid hippies singin' along,
With your campfires goin' and your barbecues on,
With your cold beer campfires sing it along,
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
c'mon hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Lookout!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
What's that?
Cha!
One on one,
Two on one,
Three on one,
Add one for fun!

Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue,
Ya run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum,
You could be the pony boy you could be the one,
You drive it like a semi to the setting summer sun,
Gettin' off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp,
Notice that the weather in the region getting damp,
Ya want to mail the letter,
Ya gotta lick the stamp,
Not once not twice,
But three times damn!
See that!
Wah!
Pretty!
Cha!
She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
He go he go he go he goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin' down on it,
You go you go you go you goin' down on it,
We go we go we go we goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
She go she go she go she goin' down on it!
Wait a minute!




Lookout lookout!
Cha!

Overall Meaning

"Going Down on It" by Hot Action Cop is a provocative tune that explicitly describes the art of performing oral sex on a woman. The song is built around a catchy chorus and a few verses that repeatedly use hip-hop-style rhyming to recount a variety of oral sex techniques. The lyrics make frequent use of playful euphemisms and double entendres to express the song's sexual themes. The chorus comprises the repetition of "She go she go she go she goin' down on it," and variations of these lyrics, sung in various vocal styles, are also present throughout the song.


The verses of the song are replete with sexual imagery and blunt descriptions of the act of cunnilingus. The lyrics instruct the listener to "run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum," to "drive it like a semi to the setting summer sun," and to "suck down the juices like your favorite flavor tang." The refrain "Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue" is the song's most repeated line, and it is delivered with a sense of humor that tempers the track's explicitness.


Overall, "Going Down on It" is a raunchy, funky, and entertaining tune that celebrates and elevates oral sex through its euphemistic and playful lyrics, and it does so within a framework that is both catchy and innovative.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh uh?
The singer expresses confusion and needs clarification.


Wha wha?
The singer expresses confusion and needs clarification.


Zoom boom boom boom,
The singer is setting the mood and rhythm for the upcoming lyrics.


One on one,
The singer talks about a sexual encounter with one person.


Two on one,
The singer talks about a sexual encounter with two people.


Three on one,
The singer talks about a sexual encounter with three people.


Add one for fun!
The singer suggests adding another person to the sexual encounter for fun.


Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue,
The singer advises flicking the tongue in a sexual manner.


Ya run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum,
The singer describes a sexual act of pleasure starting from the belly and moving downwards.


You could be the pony boy you could be the one,
The singer suggests the listener could take on a dominating role in the sexual act.


You drive it like a semi to the setting summer sun,
The singer compares the sexual act to driving a semi-truck with the promise of a satisfying end.


Gettin' off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp,
The singer compares getting off to the satisfaction people feel when they exit off the highway.


Notice that the weather in the region getting damp,
The singer implies that the sexual act has led to a wet and arousing environment.


Ya want to mail the letter,
The singer uses a metaphor for sexual pleasure.


Ya gotta lick the stamp,
The singer advises on how to deliver the metaphorical letter accurately.


Not once not twice,
The singer emphasizes the importance of licking correctly.


But three times damn!
The singer emphasizes the importance of licking correctly.


Pretty!
The singer admires the sexual encounter.


Wah!
The singer expresses pleasure.


See that!
The singer points out something of interest.


Cha!
The singer emphasizes the point made.


She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
The singer sings about receiving oral sex from a woman.


We go we go we go we goin' down on it,
The singer sings about mutual oral sex between two partners.


They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
The singer sings about multiple partners performing oral sex.


He go he go he go he goin' down on it,
The singer sings about receiving oral sex from a man.


Who go who go who go who goin' down on it,
The singer asks who will receive oral sex.


You go you go you go you goin' down on it,
The singer addresses the listener, asking if they will receive oral sex.


What side westside was your best side!
The singer asks a question about the location of the best sexual encounter experienced.


Wait a minute!
The singer pauses to catch their breath and draw attention to the upcoming lyrics.


Lookout lookout!
The singer warns their audience to be alert and ready for something upcoming.


Uh uh,
The singer expresses disagreement or dissatisfaction.


Black on white,
The singer describes an interracial sexual encounter.


White on black,
The singer describes an interracial sexual encounter.


Used to love a black chick,
The singer talks about past love and sexual encounters with a black woman.


She loved me back,
The singer confirms that the woman had mutual feelings.


Say wiggy wiggy wig wig,
The singer uses nonsense syllables as emphasis or entertainment.


Wiggy wiggy wack,
The singer uses nonsense syllables as emphasis or entertainment.


The big 'ol bouncin' boobies give your grandpa heartattack,
The singer describes the sexual appeal of large breasts and makes a joke about their effect on older men.


You run it through the front door but you leavin' through the back,
The singer describes a sexual encounter that starts indoors and moves outdoors.


You jumpin' over fences and you almost rip your sack,
The singer describes an adventurous and risky sexual encounter.


You suckin' down the juices like your favorite flavor tang,
The singer describes performing oral sex and making a reference to a popular juice brand.


The lover aborigine the baby boomerang,
The singer makes a reference to a sexual position.


The coochie be the kryptonite and you be supermang,
The singer references Superman's weakness with kryptonite to say that the female genitalia is a man's weakness.


Wassup cussup now dizza dizza wang!
The singer uses nonsense syllables as emphasis or entertainment.


Whoo!
The singer expresses excitement, surprise or exhilaration.


Wuh wuh wuh wuh
The singer uses nonsensical sounds as emphasis or entertainment.


This is the acid rock section of the song,
The singer announces a change in the musical style.


All you burned out acid hippies singin' along,
The singer addresses a specific group of people listening along with the song.


With your campfires goin' and your barbecues on,
The singer describes an idealistic scene at a party.


With your cold beer campfires sing it along,
The singer describes an idealistic scene at a party.


Hey!
The singer interjects with a vocal utterance for emphasis or entertainment.


(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah)
The singer uses a nonsensical phrase for emphasis or entertainment.


C'mon hey!
The singer interjects with a vocal utterance for emphasis or entertainment.


Lookout!
The singer warns their audience to be alert and ready for something upcoming.


What's that?
The singer expresses curiosity or surprise about something.


Cha!
The singer emphasizes the point made.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: ROB WERTHNER

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

holidayonion

I can only imagine what the conversation was like in the studio.

Jim: I've got a GREAT idea for the game's title track.
Carl: Ok, Jim, let's hear it.
Jim: Goin' Down on It by Hot Action Cop.
Carl: ... Jim. This game is rated T.
Jim: Yeah?
Carl: We can't use that.
Jim: Who said we couldn't change every word in every verse to fit the theme of the game and not be about banging chicks?
Carl: Fucking BRILLIANT Jim.
Jim: Oh, and one more song...



Mckenzy

Yeah
Wah wah wah wah
Mm Uh
Uh uh
Uh uh
Wah wah wah wah

One on one,
Two on one,
Three on one,
Add one for fun!

Say wiggedy wiggedy wig and wig wiggedy wack.
The big accelleration give your grandpa heart attack.
The pedal to the metal and you're burning through the pack.
Say piggedy piggedy pig body wiggedy wiggedy wack
You're tearing up the rubber and you wanna see this thing
You come around the corner like you wanna boomerang
The police be the Kryptonite and you be Superman
Wuz up, cuz up, now dizza dizza wang

Pretty
Wild
City

We go, we go, we go, we goin' down on it
They go, they go, they go, they goin' down on it
Who go, who go, who go, who goin' down on it?
You go, you go, you go, you goin' down on it
He go, he go, he go, he goin' down on it
She go, she go, she go, she goin' down on it
They go, they go, they go, they goin' down on it

What side westside was your best side?
Wait a minute
Look out, look out
Cha

Zoom, boom, boom, boom

One on one
Two on one
Three on one
Add one for fun

Say wiggedy wiggedy wig and wig wiggedy wack
The big accelleration give your grandpa heart attack
The pedal to the metal and you're burning through the pack
Say piggedy piggedy pig body wiggedy wiggedy wack
You're tearing up the rubber and you wanna see this thing
You come around the corner like you wanna boomerang
The police be the Kryptonite and you be Superman
Wuz up, cuz up, now dizza dizza wang

City
Child
Pretty
Wild

We go, we go, we go, we goin' down on it
They go, they go, they go, they goin' down on it
Who go, who go, who go, who goin' down on it?
You go, you go, you go, you goin' down on it
He go, he go, he go, he goin' down on it
She go, she go, she go, she goin' down on it
They go, they go, they go, they goin' down on it

What side westside was your best side?
Wait a minute
Look out, look out
Cha

Oh

Uh uh
Zoom, boom, boom, boom
Uh uh
Wuh wuh wuh wuh

This is the acid rock section of the song
All you burned out acid hippies singin' along
With your campfires goin' and your barbecues on
With your cold beer campfires sing it along

Hey
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Hey
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

C'mon hey
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Hey
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Look out

Wait a minute
Look out, look out
What's that?
Cha

One on one
Two on one
Three on one
Add one for fun

Say wiggedy wiggedy wig and wig wiggedy wack
The big accelleration give your grandpa heart attack
The pedal to the metal and you're burning through the pack
Say piggedy piggedy pig body wiggedy wiggedy wack
You're tearing up the rubber and you wanna see this thang
You come around the corner like you wanna boomerang
The police be the Kryptonite and you be Superman
Wuz up, cuz up, now dizza dizza wang

City
Wild
Pretty

We go, we go, we go, we goin' down on it
They go, they go, they go, they goin' down on it
Who go, who go, who go, who goin' down on it?
You go, you go, you go, you goin' down on it
He go, he go, he go, he goin' down on it
She go, she go, she go, she goin' down on it
They go, they go, they go, they goin' down on it

What side westside was your best side?

Wait a minute
Look out, look out
Cha
Wah
Wah
See that
Cha



Dylan Madigan

I have just discovered this original lmao

Lyrics:

Uh uh?
Wha wha?
Zoom boom boom boom,
Uh?
Wha wha?
Uh uh?
One on one,
Two on one,
Three on one,
Add one for fun!
Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue,
Ya run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum,
You could be the pony boy you could be the one,
You drive it like a semi to the setting summer sun,
Gettin' off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp,
Notice that the weather in the region getting damp,
Ya want to mail the letter,
Ya gotta lick the stamp,
Not once not twice,
But three times damn!
Pretty!
Wah!
See that!
Cha!
She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
We go we go we go we goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
He go he go he go he goin' down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin' down on it,
You go you go you go you goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
What side westside was your best side!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
Cha!
Uh uh,
Black on white,
White on black,
Used to love a black chick,
She loved me back,
Say wiggy wiggy wig wig,
Wiggy wiggy wack,
The big 'ol bouncin' boobies give your grandpa heartattack,
You run it through the front door but you leavin' through the back,
You jumpin' over fences and you almost rip your sack,
You suckin' down the juices like your favorite flavor tang,
The lover aborigine the baby boomerang,
The coochie be the kryptonite and you be supermang,
Wassup cussup now dizza dizza wang!
See that!
Cha!
Pretty!
Wah!
She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
He go he go he go he goin' down on it,
She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin' down on it,
We go we go we go we goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
What side westside you go down on it!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
Cha!
Whoo!
Uh uh?
Zoom boom boom boom,
Uh uh?
Wuh wuh wuh wuh
This is the acid rock section of the song,
All you burned out acid hippies singin' along,
With your campfires goin' and your barbecues on,
With your cold beer campfires sing it along,
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
c'mon hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Lookout!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
What's that?
Cha!
One on one,
Two on one,
Three on one,
Add one for fun!
Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue,
Ya run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum,
You could be the pony boy you could be the one,
You drive it like a semi to the setting summer sun,
Gettin' off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp,
Notice that the weather in the region getting damp,
Ya want to mail the letter,
Ya gotta lick the stamp,
Not once not twice,
But three times damn!
See that!
Wah!
Pretty!
Cha!
She go she go she go she goin' down on it,
He go he go he go he goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin' down on it,
You go you go you go you goin' down on it,
We go we go we go we goin' down on it,
They go they go they go they goin' down on it,
She go she go she go she goin' down on it!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
Cha!



All comments from YouTube:

holidayonion

I can only imagine what the conversation was like in the studio.

Jim: I've got a GREAT idea for the game's title track.
Carl: Ok, Jim, let's hear it.
Jim: Goin' Down on It by Hot Action Cop.
Carl: ... Jim. This game is rated T.
Jim: Yeah?
Carl: We can't use that.
Jim: Who said we couldn't change every word in every verse to fit the theme of the game and not be about banging chicks?
Carl: Fucking BRILLIANT Jim.
Jim: Oh, and one more song...

WhiTeP0ol

Man, you made my day !

Its always around

holidayonion bro seriously. like wtf . I mean I use this song for racing purposes now but idk what the hell they were thinking. lol like why through all the trouble for this and fever for the flava just find some other songs 😂😂

João Arthur Pithan Geleski

They could´ve found other songs, but it wouldn´t be as awesome as it is.

TJ

I can see that happening

l3utterl3oy

Dude when I first heard the real lyrics for Fever for the Flava; hahahaha It has become a guilty pleasure that I'll have to do some explaining if someone hears me listening to it

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Sarmad Hammod

Need for Speed Hot Pursuit 2 may very well have the best intro out of the NFS games. Don't get wrong, I loved the NFS Underground and Most Wanted Intros, but Hot Pursuit 2 for me might be the best.

baconbutter

ur damn right!

Unai

You haven't seen Need for Speed 3 intro I guess...

Wench Joesey

AGREED AF

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