It's the Postaboy
Pete Rock Lyrics


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Uh, yeah, yeah
Harlem, Postaboy, let's go
Harlem, PB, Pete Rock, woo woo
Uhh, let's go

I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound like
Since I'm in a Caddy P this what it sound like
Uhh, yeah this what you clowns like
And since you're on my dick nigga this what uptown like
Geah, I'm on top of my A game
Blew two hundred thou', got it back on the haste gang
Posta back in the building
The one o six hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling
I'm a new artist but it's like I'm platinum plus
E'ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks
Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks
High as a kite, rollin' dutch after dutch
Honey leavin' the scene with me
Now she wanna get a room, but at one nineteen with me
Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin' out the pants
Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh!

[Chorus]
Make way it's the Postaboy
Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy
We got the ladies in the club makin' all that noise
Winning Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo)
Make way it's the Postaboy
Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy
They got the ladies in the crowd makin' all that noise
Beep beep, I'm a boss, I don't drive my toys

You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement be's
Rollin up in the club like the {?}
I don't know why you hate me, I'm tryin' to date me
A hot mami like Tammy at AE
Jump, I say that I'm focused
And just how thirsty all these hoes is
Wide door knockers with the rings in they noses
I J, then they knockin' at my door like Jehovahs
I start checkin' my peep mo'
I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes
Like, R.P., Alpo
Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John
All I need is a pair of my Pro*Keds
Half moon part and a two-wheel moped
Quarter water, Jimmy Chu's for my honey
It's the Postaboy, Winning Team, good money

[Chorus]

I said throw yo' lighters in the motherfuckin' urr
The roof on fire and not a muh'fucker curr
There's so many bunnies and I'm seein' over her
Every time I turn around, couple durr, couple durr
Hey! I'm mean mixin' my two-step
Now little birdie wanna call me Hugh Hef'
Pimp so hard 'til there ain't no juice left
I been around the world, I done toured the U.S.

Here we go, c'mon
Now here we go, c'mon
Now here we go, c'mon
Now here we go, c'mon
Yeah!





[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Overall Meaning

The song 'It's the Postaboy' by Pete Rock featuring Postaboy is a fun and upbeat track that showcases Postaboy's charisma and attitude. In the opening lines, he announces that he will show the listeners how he gets down, riding through Harlem in his Cadillac, and rapping about his success and fame. He boasts about his game and how he spends his money on cars, clothes, and women. Postaboy emphasizes his connection to Harlem, mentioning some of its notorious figures like Alpo and Nicky Barnes.


The chorus is catchy and repetitive, inviting the audience to make way for Postaboy and his Winning Team. He invites the women to come and party with them, promising a good time at the club, where they can dance and make noise. He acknowledges his status as a boss, surrounded by his loyal team and expensive toys.


The bridge is a call to action, urging the listeners to light up their lighters and raise the roof. Postaboy celebrates his success and the attention he receives from women everywhere he goes. He declares that he is an expert in the game and has no competition.


Overall, 'It's the Postaboy' is a feel-good song about living life to the fullest, enjoying the perks of success, and having fun with friends and admirers.


Line by Line Meaning

I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound like Since I'm in a Caddy P this what it sound like
I'm going to demonstrate how we operate, carrying a firearm in my Cadillac which produces the sound you will hear.


And since you're on my dick nigga this what uptown like Geah, I'm on top of my A game
Because you're constantly following me, this is what things are like in the part of town I come from. Yes, I'm at the top of my game.


Posta back in the building The one o six hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling
Posta is here in this establishment again. Additionally, the t-shirt with one-hundred and six hall-of-famers has returned to the ceiling.


I'm a new artist but it's like I'm platinum plus E'ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks High as a kite, rollin' dutch after dutch
Although I'm a relatively new artist, it feels like my status is already extremely high. Every day, I spend ample amounts of cash like a famous rapper. I go to the dealer and purchase multiple vehicles. I'm often very high and smoke cigarillos frequently.


Honey leavin' the scene with me Now she wanna get a room, but at one nineteen with me Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin' out the pants Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh!
A woman has decided to depart the current location with me. She'd like to get a hotel room together, but I'll only take one at one-hundred and nineteen. She's wearing tight jeans with her waistband exposed. She performs a few unique dance moves to the music.


Make way it's the Postaboy Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy We got the ladies in the club makin' all that noise Winning Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo)
Clear the area, it's the Postaboy. Indeed, it's me, accompanied by the amazing Wonder Boy. We have some enthusiastic ladies who are making a lot of noise inside the club. Outside, there's the Winning Team, and we've got some nice possessions you may not get a chance to witness.


You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement be's Rollin up in the club like the {?}
You can locate me uptown, uptown, either in cement shoes or in a lowered car. I'll arrive at the club in style, perhaps in a luxurious manner.


There's so many bunnies and I'm seein' over her Every time I turn around, couple durr, couple durr
I'm surrounded by many lovely ladies and attempting to choose the best one. Every time I glance about, I see a couple more of them.


Hey! I'm mean mixin' my two-step Now little birdie wanna call me Hugh Hef' Pimp so hard 'til there ain't no juice left I been around the world, I done toured the U.S.
I'm performing a cool dance move. A young lady now refers to me as Hugh Hefner. I'm an exceptional pimp who will work painfully hard for my job. I've traveled all over the globe and toured the United States.




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Written by: SHERARD DIXON

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