GO
Ski Beatz Lyrics


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Go! (go, go, go)

Uh, this ain't spitting
This is monkey flipping
We keep guns on hip and
You don't want no friction
And of course we still run the shit and
No toilet bowl nigga
We still dopest shitting
On silly competition with
Their weak compilations
We be thirty deep, it's easy
We'll stomp your face in
Two hundred cash for them cars we racin'
And we want the cash even though
It's the root of Satan
Debatin', they love the way I floss 'em
The chicks say he's awesome
With no prejudice, it's just
I love a sexy bitch
White, black, yellow, purple
Have them on some X and shit
Double stack, hopping out the bubble back
Porsche motherfucker
Get your thoughts mother fucker
And some say I'm bipolar cause I
Stay high like the solar

This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Reporting like Bryant Gumble
And, I hope my name don't
Fumble out your mouth
Watch you mouth if the cops do come through
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo

Go! (go, go, go)

I'm a money machine
Counting rap dollars at a sickening volume
While losers was counting on me not popping
Suckas was getting pissed since
I was plotting
On taking ownership of all of this
And I almost got it
Haters bump me on the low and
Don't tell nobody about it fuck it though
Not another bar for the suckers
My bucket low, Arizona Grape flavored
In my cup holder, these cars may look alike
But yours is much slower
This the big dog motor
Should have saved up for it
But fools be in a rush
To touch something quick
You took the easy route
And copped a fucking V-6 with your lame ass
I'm pouring liquor on your bitches, Spitta
Dame Dash
Homeboy that's church like stained glass
Old school super goose, no brake pads
Go into the store and get some
Papers when the rain pass yeah

This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo
Reporting like Bryant Gumble
And, I hope my name don't
Fumble out your mouth
Watch you mouth if the cops do come through
This is the concrete jungle
The game don't fumble
Stand tall like Mutombo





Go! (go, go, go)

Overall Meaning

The song "Go" by Ski Beatz is a powerful declaration of dominance and confidence. The lyrics convey the idea that the artist and his crew are in control, running the show without any hesitation. The opening lines, "This ain't spitting, this is monkey flipping," suggest that their rapping style is beyond ordinary, taking it to a whole new level. The reference to keeping guns on their hips indicates that they are fully prepared for any conflict or friction that might arise. They proclaim their superiority over their competition, dismissing their weak attempts and asserting their dominance in the industry.


The lyrics also touch upon material wealth, with references to racing cars and the pursuit of cash. However, there is also an acknowledgment that money can be seen as the root of evil. The artist mentions that despite that recognition, they still desire money and are willing to go after it. The mention of being "bipolar" is likely an allusion to their constant state of being high, which further emphasizes their carefree and unbothered attitude.


The chorus of the song reiterates the idea of being in the unforgiving world of the concrete jungle, where they have to stand tall and avoid fumbling or making mistakes. The mention of Mutombo and Bryant Gumble adds an additional layer of confidence and stature to their status. The artist warns others to be careful with their words and actions when the police are present, implying that they are operating on the edge with their activities.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, this ain't spitting
This is not ordinary rapping


This is monkey flipping
This is an impressive and acrobatic style of rapping


We keep guns on hip and
We carry firearms on our hips for protection


You don't want no friction
You do not want to have any conflicts or problems with us


And of course we still run the shit and
We are still in control and dominating the music industry


No toilet bowl nigga
We are not ordinary or mediocre


We still dopest shitting
We are still producing the best and most impressive music


On silly competition with
We easily surpass and outperform our weak competitors


Their weak compilations
Their music collections or albums are of low quality


We be thirty deep, it's easy
We have a large group of associates supporting us, making it effortless


We'll stomp your face in
We will physically harm or defeat you


Two hundred cash for them cars we racin'
We spend $200 on the cars we race


And we want the cash even though
We desire money, despite its association with evil


It's the root of Satan
Money is considered the source of wickedness


Debatin', they love the way I floss 'em
People debate or argue, but they still admire the way I flaunt my possessions


The chicks say he's awesome
Women say I am incredible or impressive


With no prejudice, it's just
Without any bias or discrimination, it is simply


I love a sexy bitch
I am attracted to an appealing and attractive woman


White, black, yellow, purple
No matter the race or ethnicity


Have them on some X and shit
Have them under the influence of the drug ecstasy


Double stack, hopping out the bubble back
Driving a luxury car with two levels, exiting from the rear


Porsche motherfucker
A high-end sports car


Get your thoughts mother fucker
Get your opinions or mindset in order


And some say I'm bipolar cause I
Some people claim I have alternating moods or personalities since I


Stay high like the solar
I constantly stay intoxicated or influenced by drugs like the sun stays in the sky


I'm a money machine
I constantly generate large amounts of money


Counting rap dollars at a sickening volume
Counting a significant quantity of money earned from my rap career


While losers was counting on me not popping
While unsuccessful individuals hoped I would not become successful or popular


Suckas was getting pissed since
Idiots were becoming angry because


I was plotting
I was scheming or planning


On taking ownership of all of this
On gaining control or ownership of the music industry or particular aspects


And I almost got it
And I almost achieved that goal


Haters bump me on the low and
Haters secretly listen to my music


Don't tell nobody about it fuck it though
They keep it as a secret, but they don't care


Not another bar for the suckers
I will not provide any more lyrics for the unintelligent or foolish individuals


My bucket low, Arizona Grape flavored
I have a low-riding car with a flavor or style inspired by Arizona Grape drink


In my cup holder
In the place where I hold my drink while driving


These cars may look alike
These vehicles may appear similar


But yours is much slower
However, yours is significantly slower


This the big dog motor
I have a powerful and impressive engine in my car


Should have saved up for it
You should have been patient and saved money to afford it


But fools be in a rush
But foolish people are in a hurry


To touch something quick
To acquire something quickly or without caution


You took the easy route
You chose the uncomplicated or less challenging path


And copped a fucking V-6 with your lame ass
And bought a weak V-6 engine with your unimpressive self


I'm pouring liquor on your bitches, Spitta
I am disrespecting or humiliating the women associated with you, Spitta


Dame Dash
Similar to how entrepreneur Dame Dash operated or made moves


Homeboy that's church like stained glass
That statement is absolutely true or undeniable


Old school super goose, no brake pads
I ride an old school super bike without brake pads


Go into the store and get some
Go to the store and buy


Papers when the rain pass yeah
Rolling papers to smoke marijuana when the rain stops


I hope my name don't fumble out your mouth
I hope you do not speak negatively about me


Watch you mouth if the cops do come through
Be careful and control your words if the police arrive


Stand tall like Mutombo
Be confident and unwavering like the basketball player Dikembe Mutombo




Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVID ANTHONY WILLIS, JOSEPH JONES, SHANTE FRANKLIN, DARYL HARLEAUX, DAVID STYLES, DELMAR ARNAUD, JOHN FITCH

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Nuggiez Beats

this beat BANGS and jim jones just sounds perfect over it.

tejas16

we need an instrumental of this track.. dopest beat I've heard..

Besmorpheous The B2D

found it finally songs too sick!!!!!

Everythingred

I would've saved this had it not been for Jim Jones.

yinichu

this shit is the sickes part i ever heard from spitta! killt it

365spook

does anybody have the instrumental if so please let me know

Dr. Peter Venkman a.k.a Original Ad-Buster

@jose4891 that is nothing i could justify logically, it´s just my feeling, they are both average mc´s i would say , but i like jones more on this track, that´s all

qwoat

does anyone have the version where Seeda is rapping on that beat? highly appreciated

jose marquez

Curren y is far from average Fact G

belall01

these cars may look alike but yours is much slower-spitta

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