"My brother used to make beats in the basement,โ says Dash. โWhen heโd leave the house, Iโd steal the beats off of his computer and record them on a karaoke machine.โ
Dash began writing raps at 12 years old. By high school, heโd taken on the name โATLโ as part of a four-man rap group called the Blackout Boys. In 2006, the group (which included Dashโs brother) released a mixtape, Recognition, which generated significant buzz around Mill Creek High School. The following year, the already popular Dash โ a basketball-playing heartthrob โ released a solo mixtape entitled My Turn, further boosting his high school profile. However, the aspiring emcee didnโt begin to take his music career seriously until he became a father at the age of 16.
Good Fucking Night
Roscoe Dash Lyrics
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I swear these 808s and snares make me go insane
Ay hold up baby girl I really wanna know your name
And let me be your Superman and you be Lois Lane
Its showtime like cable, get up on that table
I love your sexy body and I know you love this paper
The bottles coming like they got legs on them
The way I kill 'em man this beat will
Make 'em wanna call the feds on me
I'm orderin' a hundred shots of Patron
Girl you better get a cup
And once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
We gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
I got an open palm with cash in it
Ain't competing for MVP
I'm just tryna out do my last visit
Pockets fat like they pregnant
And 'bout to have triplets
I let twenties fly and send good ol' Benji to adlib it (I do!)
Haha, get it
I'm so far ahead
Of my time no c-section
Y'all club, we VIP section
Party bus full of women, like we next
You woulda thought it was a gym the way we flexin'
Line full of sexy ladies tryna get with me
I'm just tryna grand slam like the boy Ken Griffey
And I'm at the bar nine shots no fifty (50)
Fuck it, bring a hundred more
Everybody gettin' tipsy
I'm orderin' a hundred shots of Patron
Girl you better get a cup
And once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
We gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
We gon' have one hell of a time
Girl I'm feelin' fine
You know what's on my mind
Give it up (Please!)
This man in my Swisher got me flyin'
This Patron got my mind
Your sexy little body got me stuck, so what's really good
Girl I wish we really could do what we really should
I know your last boyfriend was only really good
Well I'm excellent, a sexual perfectionist
I creep up behind you, leave inside you, no exorcist
That's that extra shit, real long, extra thick
A different type of breed ,a upgrade from that metric shit
The type to make you question all the rest you messin' with
I'm tryna tell you I'm the one to hit the exit with
I'm orderin' a hundred shots of Patron
Girl you better get a cup
And once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
We gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night (We gon' have one hell of a time)
(And that's what I like to call, a good fuckin' night)
And, and we gon' have one hell of a time
Girl I'm feelin' fine
You know what's on my mind
Give it up
This man in my Swisher got me flyin'
This Patron got my mind
And your sexy little body got me stuck, so what's really good
The song "Good Fucking Night" by Roscoe Dash is a rap song that centers on a night of partying and hooking up. The first verse starts with Roscoe being excited about getting a beat from Kane, which has 808s and snares that drive him crazy. He meets a girl at the party and wants to know her name, proposing that he be Superman while she acts as Lois Lane. Throughout the rest of the song, he indulges in alcohol and drugs while describing his sexual prowess and how he can make the girl have a good time. The chorus repeats the title of the song several times, emphasizing that the night will be unforgettable.
The song reflects the hedonistic lifestyle that is often promoted in rap music, with emphasis on wealth, luxury, and sexual conquests. Roscoe Dash doesn't shy away from explicit lyrics and instead, normalizes casual sexual encounters. The lyrics also glamourize alcohol and drug consumption, with references to Patron and Swisher in the song.
Line by Line Meaning
How they let me go and get a beat from Kane
I can't believe they let me use a beat from Kane for this song
I swear these 808s and snares make me go insane
The beats in this song are driving me crazy
Ay hold up baby girl I really wanna know your name
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
And let me be your Superman and you be Lois Lane
I'll be your hero and you can be my love interest
Its showtime like cable, get up on that table
It's time for a show, stand on this table and dance
I love your sexy body and I know you love this paper
I love how you look and I know you love money
The bottles coming like they got legs on them
The bottles keep coming in like they are magically walking
The way I kill 'em man this beat will make 'em wanna call the feds on me
I'm so good at rapping that people will want to report me to the government
I'm orderin' a hundred shots of Patron
I'm buying a hundred shots of tequila
Girl you better get a cup
Get yourself a cup for the tequila
And once I get you home Girl you better give it up
Once we get home you better be ready to have sex
And we gon' have a good fuckin' night
We're gonna have a great night of sex
I got an open palm with cash in it
I have an open hand with money in it
Ain't competing for MVP
I'm not trying to be the most valuable player
I'm just tryna out do my last visit
I just want to top my last trip out
Pockets fat like they pregnant And 'bout to have triplets
My pockets are full and about to have three times as much money
I let twenties fly and send good ol' Benji to adlib it (I do!)
I throw twenty dollar bills in the air and let someone else adlib the rest of the song
I'm so far ahead Of my time no c-section
I am ahead of my time, no need for a c-section
Y'all club, we VIP section
You're in the regular club and we're in the VIP section
Party bus full of women, like we next
Our party bus is full of women as if we are the next big thing
You woulda thought it was a gym the way we flexin'
We're flexing so much it's like we're in a gym
Line full of sexy ladies tryna get with me
There's a line of beautiful women trying to talk to me
I'm just tryna grand slam like the boy Ken Griffey
I'm trying to have a great night like Ken Griffey Jr. hit a grand slam
And I'm at the bar nine shots no fifty (50)
I'm at the bar, I've had nine shots and I'm not stopping at fifty
Fuck it, bring a hundred more Everybody gettin' tipsy
Bring a hundred more shots, everyone is getting drunk
We gon' have one hell of a time
We're going to have a great time
Girl I'm feelin' fine You know what's on my mind Give it up (Please!)
I feel good and I want to have sex, please do it
This man in my Swisher got me flyin'
The man in my cigar is making me high
This Patron got my mind
I'm drunk off of the tequila
And your sexy little body got me stuck, so what's really good
I'm turned on by your body and want to have sex
Girl I wish we really could do what we really should
I want to have sex with you
I know your last boyfriend was only really good Well I'm excellent, a sexual perfectionist
Your last boyfriend was only good, but I'm excellent at sex
I creep up behind you, leave inside you, no exorcist
I sneak up behind you, have sex with you, and you won't need an exorcist
That's that extra shit, real long, extra thick A different type of breed ,a upgrade from that metric shit
I have an extra large penis that's an upgrade from anything else you've had before
The type to make you question all the rest you messin' with
I'm so good at sex that it will make you rethink all of your past sexual experiences
I'm tryna tell you I'm the one to hit the exit with
I'm trying to take you home with me and have sex
Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeremy Coleman, Torrey Hood, Daniel Johnson, Jeffrey Johnson, Tony Scales, Leon Sylvers
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@pillheadlarry7573
Took me back to the days in high school when everyone first got cars and was showing off their bass systems. This was one song everyone would play. Miss those days.
@garrikmitchell6232
Miss those days lol
@71sc502
Who u callin pill head
@oldnite3414
Shit I still play this in my car lmao
@TonieChambersYT
Volume CRANKED on my headphones, Still jamming in 2021!!!!!
@GSxxxRGirl
These 808s and snares make me go insane!๐๐ช๐ถ
@Aaron-fj5oh
Straight nuts!
@skinnydiprick1776
I was in like 4th, 5th grade listening to this. Oh my god the nostalgia. This is crazy
@Losemyminds
STilll bomb beat after all this years
@Man129
We dragged raced after prom to this song!!