Take It Or Leave It
J. Casablancas Lyrics
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Sucks, sucks on dick (take it, take it, take it, take it)
Does it real good
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head (take it)
You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head
Don't be scared, get that bread, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Drink until you're dead, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head (take it)
You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (to the head) like a leaf
Stand-up chick but I love her on her knees
She got a passport full of stamps from overseas
You can't fuck with her for free, she likes Birkin and Celine
Got a sweet tooth from rolling up some Girl Scout cookie
I'm her favorite rapper, she want me to autograph that pussy
I belong on TV, I got hoes going wild
She rub powder on her gums, call it coke and a smile
Super freak but she shy, don't want no one to know
Bust a couple rubber bands, she gon' put on a show
Man, that pussy got power, that pussy got control
She should be a politician how she up and down them poles (let go)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head (take it)
You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head
Don't be scared, get that bread, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head (take it)
Drink it 'til you're dead, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head (take it)
You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (whoa, Rico)
It ain't nothing to throw some thousands if she worthy
Why look at a hater? Don't look at the price on the purchase
You want that back-and-forth, ain't interested in no Verzuz
It's funny how the people scared to take risks can make me nervous
She says she'd like to make it clap and wobble it in circles
If I keep it up, I can retire when I hit thirty
What make you think a dirty bitch ain't gonna do you dirty?
Nothing I do a maybe, that's 'cause everything for certain
Rico, talk to 'em
My bitches with the shits and that's the shit you bitches never with
She pop it up and do a split, she land it on them Benjamins
I put my faith in God before I ever trust a friend again
Man, I hope that he ain't lookin' when I do them lil' sinny-sins
We all like naked bitches, I guess it's a new syndicate
I own what I'm drivin', bitch, you know this ain't rented shit
If we start it up, we finish it, I don't gotta say this shit
Bitch, you heard what Juicy said, so go and get it juicy then
Drink until you pass out, then wake up and do it again
I see you got that ass out, so what? You gon' do it again
Flexin' with that cash out, I hope that you payin' your rent
And I'm so fucked up, bitches can't understand what I'm sayin' (yah)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head (take it)
You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head
Don't be scared, get that bread, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head (take it)
Drink until you're dead, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
Take it to the head (take it), take it to the head (take it)
You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (take it)
What Juicy say? He be like, "shut the fuck up"
It's the return of the mafia, real nigga's posse, yup
If you say our name, just like Candyman, we poppin' up
We know niggas hatin', got the world screamin', "Mafia"
You know you ain't stoppin' us, what the fuck you thought it was?
It's the return of the mafia, real nigga's posse, yup
If you say our name, just like Candyman, we poppin' up
We know niggas hatin', got the world screamin', "Mafia"
You know you ain't stoppin' us, what the fuck you thought it was?
You get Desert Eagle beam 'til your cranium leak
Scarecrow or Sandman, double-R, but you see
When I pull this unit, it's a distant care unit
And I'll steal your blood type so they can't transfuse it
World war vet, hit a break, hit the deck
Keyser Soze, you should want a suspect
With a one-hitter quitter, and some shit that disfigure
In your hospital room to finish you off, nigga
It ain't shit to finish you, hand's on ten and two
I've been rich since twenty-two, do hits out the Bentley coupe
Ain't no lie, I been the truth, I make millions in the booth
Wet the whip up, ten and two, you can't see who been in through
I'm white, okay, pregnant blue, 'nother pack, send it through
You talk like these bitches do, I need like a bitch or two
You broke? She might switch on you, I know what these riches do
I've been lit and still ain't through, fuckin' fool
It's the return of the Mafia
The song “Take It or Leave It” by J. Casablancas is a high-energy ode to hip hop and its culture. The lyrics make reference to various rappers and crews, including Frank-N-Dank, The Roots crew, Busta Bus, Pete and C.L, amongst others. There’s a nod to the “ghetto” culture, with the use of “plastic cups” and “counting bundles of Cho”. The singer of the song comes across as confident and self-assured, with lines such as “I’m so extra, so next to blow” and “I stay hustling Joe, I’m Errol Flynn”. The song makes clever use of repetition and rhyme, with lines like “Let’s go, yup, another episode/Fucked up letting Dill’ get in the do’”.
Overall, the song seems to be about keeping it real and staying true to one’s roots. It’s a celebratory track that pays homage to the hip hop scene, and the people who helped to make it what it is. It’s a song that’s meant to be played loud, and to get people moving and grooving.
Line by Line Meaning
I had a dream 'bout my man last night
Last night, I dreamt about a great friend of mine.
And his name is, Frank-N-Dank, that's what's up
His name is Frank-N-Dank, and he's an awesome guy.
The Roots crew, that's what's up
I love The Roots.
Busta Bus, that's what's up
Busta Rhymes is dope.
Pete and C.L., that's what's up
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth are the best.
Dejour, that's what's up
Dejour is awesome.
My niggas keep it ghetto with the plastic cups
My friends are real and down-to-earth, they drink out of plastic cups.
It's the return, so turn it up
I'm back and ready to rock.
It's getting hot in here, we burning up
Things are about to get really exciting.
Let's go, yup, another episode
Let's continue doing what we do best.
Fucked up letting Dill' get in the do'
It was a mistake to let Dilla in.
I'm letting you know, I'm like The Professional
I'm very skilled and experienced, like a professional.
Making my hits, collecting my dough
I'm making great music and getting paid for it.
I'm so extra, so next to blow
I'm very talented and on the verge of blowing up.
So fly get pest control
I'm so cool, bugs would want to be around me, get pest control.
No joke when it comes to the flow
I'm not kidding when it comes to my rap flow, it's serious business.
It's nasty, couldn't touch it with a 100 foot pole
My flow is so dope, it can't be touched even with a 100 foot pole.
I stay hustling Joe, I'm Errol Flynn
I work hard like a hustler, I'm like Errol Flynn in my own way.
And out in Berlin counting bundles of Cho
I'm out in Berlin counting a lot of money.
You gotta love it dog, you can't beat it
You just have to love my music, you can't surpass it.
Get your bitch, she all on Jay Dee dick
Your girl loves my music, she's obsessed with it.
Real ghetto with the plastic cups
I'm keeping it real, drinking out of plastic cups, true to my roots.
Y'all niggas know y'all outta there
You guys have no idea what's going on.
Come with it, yeah
Bring it on!
Let's do it
Let's get started!
Who got your city on lock?
Who's taking control of your city?
Nasty ain't it~?
It's a good thing, isn't it?
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Arjun Ivatury, Jordan III Houston, Maria-Cecilia Simone Kelly, Paul Beauregard
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