"My brother used to make beats in the basement,” says Dash. “When he’d leave the house, I’d steal the beats off of his computer and record them on a karaoke machine.”
Dash began writing raps at 12 years old. By high school, he’d taken on the name “ATL” as part of a four-man rap group called the Blackout Boys. In 2006, the group (which included Dash’s brother) released a mixtape, Recognition, which generated significant buzz around Mill Creek High School. The following year, the already popular Dash – a basketball-playing heartthrob – released a solo mixtape entitled My Turn, further boosting his high school profile. However, the aspiring emcee didn’t begin to take his music career seriously until he became a father at the age of 16.
No Hands
Roscoe Dash Lyrics
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Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo)
Girl, drop it to the floor
I love the way yo' booty go
And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)
All that ass in yo' jeans
Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?
Long hair, she don't care
When she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a yellow-bone
DJ, this my favorite song
So I'ma make it thunderstorm
Bud, want it Flocka, yeah
Blow it, fuck it, I don't care
Chests' flyin' everywhere
Tap my partner Roscoe, like
"Bruh, I'm drunk as hell, can't you tell?"
Threw seventy bands, bet fifty stacks, oh fuckin' well
I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me
Take this dick, wanna swallow, Pink Moscato got her freaky
Ayy, you got me in a trance, please take off yo' pants
Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweatin'
Please pass me a fan, damn (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo)
Girl, drop it to the floor
I love the way yo' booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move (ayy, ayy)
And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Wale, uh)
She said, "Look ma, no hands"
She said, "Look ma, no hands"
And, no darling, I don't dance
And I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance
I'm a bad mothafucka, go n' ask them mothafuckas
A young handsome mothafucka
I sling that wood, I just nunchuck 'em
And who you wit'? And what's yo' name?
And you not hip? Boo, I'm Wale
And that D.C. shit, I rep all day
And my eyes red 'cause of all that haze
Don't blow my high, let me shine
Drumma on the beat, let me take my time
Nigga want beef? We can take it outside
Fight for what broad? These hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo' mind? You out yo' league
I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing
I got sixteen for this Roscoe thing
But I'm almost done, let me get back to it
Whole lotta loud in a lil' Backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip, I would
I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo)
Girl, drop it to the floor
I love the way yo' booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
Roscoe Dash, okay (leggo)
R-O-S-C-O-E (O-E)
Mr. Shawty Put It On Me (please)
I be goin' ham (ham)
Shorty upgrade from bologna (please)
Them niggas tippin' good, girl, but I can make it flood (I can)
'Cause I walk around with pockets bigger that are than my bus (whoa)
"Rain, rain go away" that's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload, my rain never evaporates (never)
No need to elaborate (never), most of these ducks exaggerate (they do)
But I'ma get money, nigga, every day stuntin', nigga
Ducks might get a chance after me (go)
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm comin' off of free throws
Just ahead of the game, no cheat codes
Lambo' Roscoe, no street code (skrrt)
And your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go, go-gon' and do yo' dance (right now)
And, I'ma throw this money
While you do it wit' no hands (I'm gon')
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl, drop it to the floor
I love the way yo' booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash (wow, wow, wow, wow)
Leggo
The song "No Hands" by Roscoe Dash featuring Wale and Waka Flocka Flame is a popular hip-hop track that was released in 2010. The song talks about a woman's captivating dance moves that get her male admirers hooked. The lyrics are focused on the male perspective, with the artist admiring the way she moves and complementing her physique. He enjoys the view and intends to spend some of his money on her while she continues to dance with no hands. The song is packed with explicit language and vulgar references to women, which sparked controversies among some listeners.
The song does not only refer to women as mere objects, but it also celebrates the hip-hop and rap culture of the time. The collaboration of three talented artists made the song a massive hit, and it was adapted by DJs in clubs worldwide. The song has an upbeat tempo that's convenient for dancing, and it was a popular request in clubs and parties for years to come. The hook was particularly popular with fans, especially the "go-gon' and do yo' dance, and I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands" line that was often belted out by partygoers.
Overall, "No Hands" by Roscoe Dash was a massive hit in the hip-hop world, drawing attention for its catchy beats and suggestive lyrics. It became one of the most popular tracks of the year due to its high energy, and it still holds a prominent place in the hip-hop world today.
Line by Line Meaning
Listen to this track, bitch
Pay attention to this song
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
Your dancing is captivating me
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
DJ make the music louder, this is for the ladies
I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants
I'll drink Moscato and you'll take off your pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo)
I'll throw money while you dance without using your hands
Girl, drop it to the floor
Girl, do a provocative dance move
I love the way yo' booty go
I'm attracted to the way you move your butt
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move
I just want to watch you dance without interacting too much
And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)
I'll continue to throw money
All that ass in yo' jeans
I'm noticing your buttocks in your jeans
Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?
Can Wale rap better? Can Roscoe ejaculate?
Long hair, she don't care
The girl has long hair and is carefree
When she walk she get stares
She receives attention from other people when she walks
Brown skin or a yellow-bone
She has brown skin or light complexion
DJ, this my favorite song
This is my favorite song, DJ play it
So I'ma make it thunderstorm
I'm going to make it rain money
Bud, want it Flocka, yeah
I want some marijuana
Blow it, fuck it, I don't care
Smoke it, I don't care
Chests' flyin' everywhere
Women's chests are exposed everywhere
Tap my partner Roscoe, like 'Bruh, I'm drunk as hell, can't you tell?'
I'll tap Roscoe and say 'I'm very drunk, can't you tell?'
Threw seventy bands, bet fifty stacks, oh fuckin' well
I spent $70,000 and bet $50,000, oh well
I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me
I want to go to the hotel with two women who will perform oral sex on me
Take this dick, wanna swallow, Pink Moscato got her freaky
I want her to perform oral sex on me, drank Pink Moscato makes her kinky
Ayy, you got me in a trance, please take off yo' pants
You're hypnotizing me, remove your pants
Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweatin'
You're doing a sex act that's impressive, and it's making me sweat
Please pass me a fan, damn (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)
Give me a fan, it's hot
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move (ayy, ayy)
I just want to sit back and watch you dance
And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Wale, uh)
I'll continue to throw money
She said, 'Look ma, no hands'
She said 'I'm dancing without using my hands'
And, no darling, I don't dance
I don't dance like she does
And I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I'm with Roscoe Dash and Waka Flocka Flame
I think I deserve a chance
I believe I should have an opportunity
I'm a bad mothafucka, go n' ask them mothafuckas
I'm a really cool guy, ask other people
A young handsome mothafucka
I'm a good-looking guy
I sling that wood, I just nunchuck 'em
I have a large penis, I'll have sex with them
And who you wit'? And what's yo' name?
Who are you with? What's your name?
And you not hip? Boo, I'm Wale
You don't know who I am? I'm Wale
And that D.C. shit, I rep all day
I represent Washington D.C. all the time
And my eyes red 'cause of all that haze
My eyes are red because I've been smoking weed
Don't blow my high, let me shine
Don't bring me down, let me do well
Drumma on the beat, let me take my time
The producer of the song is Drumma Boy, allow me to take my time rapping
Nigga want beef? We can take it outside
Someone wants to fight? Let's take it outside
Fight for what broad? These hoes ain't mine
Fight for what women? I'm not committed to anyone
Is you out yo' mind? You out yo' league
Are you insane? You're out of your league
I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves
I don't care about women, I only sweat out their fake hair
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing
I'll use up the studio's recording equipment, leave me alone
I got sixteen for this Roscoe thing
I have a 16 bar rap for this Roscoe Dash song
But I'm almost done, let me get back to it
I'm almost finished rapping, let me continue
Whole lotta loud in a lil' Backwood
I have a lot of marijuana in a small Backwoods cigar
Whole lotta money, big tip, I would
I have a lot of money, I'd give a big tip
I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch
I had sex with her, she orgasmed
And I'll proceed to throw this cash
I'll continue to throw money
Roscoe Dash, okay (leggo)
Roscoe Dash is rapping, let's get it
R-O-S-C-O-E (O-E)
Spell out Roscoe's name
Mr. Shawty Put It On Me (please)
My nickname is Mr. Shawty Put It On Me, please
I be goin' ham (ham)
I'm going hard as a motherfucker
Shorty upgrade from bologna (please)
The girl has upgraded from cheap food
Them niggas tippin' good, girl, but I can make it flood (I can)
Other guys are giving you money, but I can give you more
'Cause I walk around with pockets bigger that are than my bus (whoa)
I have a lot of money in my pockets
"Rain, rain go away" that's what all my haters say
My haters want bad things to happen to me
My pockets stuck on overload, my rain never evaporates (never)
I have so much money, it never goes away
No need to elaborate (never), most of these ducks exaggerate (they do)
There's no need to explain further, most people are lying
But I'ma get money, nigga, every day stuntin', nigga
But I'll keep getting money, showing off every day
Ducks might get a chance after me (go)
Other people might have a chance after me
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm comin' off of free throws
I'm doing very well, like someone who just scored free throws in a basketball game
Just ahead of the game, no cheat codes
I'm doing well without any tricks or shortcuts
Lambo' Roscoe, no street code (skrrt)
Roscoe drives a Lamborghini and isn't from the street
And your booty got me lost like Nemo
Your butt is disorienting me
Go, go, go, go-gon' and do yo' dance (right now)
Go ahead and dance right now
And, I'ma throw this money
And I'll continue to throw money
While you do it wit' no hands (I'm gon')
While you dance without using your hands, I'll throw money
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
I'll throw money while you dance without using your hands
And I'll proceed to throw this cash (wow, wow, wow, wow)
I'll keep throwing money
Leggo
Let's do this, let's party
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffrey Lee Johnson, Christopher James Gholson, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Juaquin Malphurs
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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