The Chase
Tom Holkenborg (a.k.a. Junkie XL) Lyrics
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Did you know there's a twenty dollar cover charge, like, just to get in?
Ion' even think I'll be able to get in bro, I dead ass have on slippers right now
I have no dress code formula.
Yeah, Jonathan's probably in there already
Dude probably got like four bitches on him with like big ol' waists
Ain't nobody worried about that nigga and his King Kong bitches
He probably - Them bitches probably
Oh, he was in line with us the whole time
Gettin' into these places it feel like a chore
I grab the first bitch that I see from the door
I still grab the waist when I'm on the club floor
And I'm letting her know 'bout me like I'm a tour
She hear the same speech so many times, it's like an encore
But if you didn't know, here's my report, like I'm Shankar
You know that I'm repping small tiddy committee, yuh
And when I go shopping, they say that I'm thrifty, yuh
No Halloween on me, but I'm feeling tricky
I'm buying this bitch and she might just lift me
Lifting me off, get off of my sack
Don't want your front, just want the back
Sometimes I feel like Urkel
Cum too quick, "Did I do that?"
Oh lord, now here we go
Every time it's the same old show
Next think you know I'm two strokes straight
And I'm sheet-sneezing like I'm blowing my nose
Hunting in the bushes, and I'm looking for the birds
But the thick ones is all we want
I call her "Deer"
'Cause she kinda skinny and she got nice legs and she give good head
When I nail her to the wall
Got a bad one, better freeze and put your hands up
Put those cuffs on, call me daddy, I'm a bad one
Now she turned on, I go down it make her body jump
She got a bad one, call me daddy, I'm a bad one
I'm on the team for the little guys
Big things come in small packages with a side of fries
I prefer not the watermelon, not the basketball, but mosquito bites
Don't give a fuck if you big vegan, playing Hunger Games, living Peta life
But don't get it twisted I be on that ass like Lions on Wildebeest
Straight out of Norfolk, that South with the dirty East
Never caught slippin', no beggin', no pretty please
Pussy delicious, I lick it like Cheeto cheese
Got impeccable stamina
Go three rounds, eat a banana ma
I human but fuck like an animal
And I slurp slurp like a Danimals
You know that I'm reppin' the chocolate city, yuh
Don't give a fuck if you got bite sized tiddies
Got no allergies so I play with the kitty
Red Bull gives you wings, it might just lift me
Hunting in the bushes, and I'm looking for the birds
But the thick ones is all we want
I call her "Deer"
'Cause she kinda skinny and she got nice legs and she give good head
When I nail her to the wall
Got a bad one, better freeze and put your hands up
Put those cuffs on, call me daddy, I'm a bad one
Now she turned on, I go down it make her body jump
She got a bad one, call me daddy, I'm a bad one
These lyrics portray a night out at a club where the singer is frustrated with the long line and expensive cover charge. They complain about their casual attire, expressing uncertainty about whether they will be allowed to enter. They mention another person named Jonathan who they perceive as arrogant, surrounded by multiple attractive women. However, the singer's friends realize that Jonathan has been in line with them the entire time, highlighting their sense of obliviousness.
The singer then shifts the focus to their encounters with women at the club. They describe approaching the first girl they see, emphasizing their tendency to touch the girl's waist as a way of expressing interest. The repetitive nature of their pick-up lines is highlighted, comparing it to an encore performance. The singer introduces themselves and boasts about their qualities, using the metaphor of giving a report like Shankar, a reference to Indian musician Ravi Shankar.
The lyrics then touch on the singer's preference for women with smaller breasts, known as the "small titty committee." They mention being thrifty when shopping and feeling mischievous, paralleling their behavior to Halloween pranks. They humorously mention having a quick ejaculation, comparing it to the catchphrase of the character Urkel from the TV show "Family Matters."
The singer continues to talk about seeking out attractive women, comparing them to birds while highlighting their desire for voluptuous figures. They mention calling a skinny girl "Deer," appreciating her slim physique and skill in performing fellatio. There are also references to dominance and sexual submission, with the singer taking command and enjoying the woman's reaction. They boast about their sexual prowess, stamina, and ability to pleasure women orally.
The lyrics then mention the singer's affiliation with a city known as the "chocolate city," possibly referencing a predominantly African-American community. The singer expresses a lack of discrimination towards women with smaller breasts and mentions playing with the female genitalia, emphasizing their openness and enjoyment. They humorously state that consuming Red Bull, an energy drink, might actually lift them up during sexual encounters.
Overall, the lyrics depict a night out at a club, showcasing the singer's observations, frustrations, and experiences with women, often employing humor and wordplay.
Line by Line Meaning
Bro, we've been waiting in line for so fucking long
We have been patiently waiting in line for an extended period of time.
Did you know there's a twenty dollar cover charge, like, just to get in?
Were you aware that they require a payment of twenty dollars as an entry fee?
Ion' even think I'll be able to get in bro, I dead ass have on slippers right now
I highly doubt that I will be granted access considering I am currently wearing slippers.
I have no dress code formula.
I do not adhere to any specific clothing requirements.
Yeah, Jonathan's probably in there already
It is highly likely that Jonathan is already inside the establishment.
Dude probably got like four bitches on him with like big ol' waists
Man most likely has the attention of multiple attractive women, possibly with curvaceous figures.
Ain't nobody worried about that nigga and his King Kong bitches
Nobody is concerned about that individual and his excessively large or intimidating female companions.
He probably - Them bitches probably
He most likely - Those women most likely
Yo what the fuck guys? I'm right here
Hey, what is going on? I am present and visible.
Oh, he was in line with us the whole time
Oh, he was standing in line with us throughout the entire duration.
Gettin' into these places it feel like a chore
Entering these establishments can often be quite tedious.
I grab the first bitch that I see from the door
I immediately approach the first attractive woman I see upon entering.
I still grab the waist when I'm on the club floor
I continue to place my hand on the waist of a partner while on the dance floor.
And I'm letting her know 'bout me like I'm a tour
I am sharing information about myself with her as if I were giving a guided tour.
She hear the same speech so many times, it's like an encore
She has heard this same story or statement numerous times, resembling a repetition of an encore performance.
But if you didn't know, here's my report, like I'm Shankar
In case you were unaware, allow me to provide you with my detailed explanation, similar to how Shankar would deliver a report.
You know that I'm repping small tiddy committee, yuh
You are aware that I am proudly representing the community of women with smaller breasts, yes?
And when I go shopping, they say that I'm thrifty, yuh
Furthermore, when I engage in shopping activities, others often compliment my ability to find bargains or be frugal.
No Halloween on me, but I'm feeling tricky
I may not embody the spirit of Halloween, but I am in a mischievous or clever state of mind.
I'm buying this bitch and she might just lift me
I am investing my time and resources into this woman, and she has the potential to elevate or lift me up metaphorically.
Lifting me off, get off of my sack
She is metaphorically lifting me from my burdens or troubles, so please release your grip on me and stop being a hindrance.
Don't want your front, just want the back
I am not interested in your false facade or pretenses, but rather, I desire intimacy and engagement on a more genuine level.
Sometimes I feel like Urkel
There are occasions when I experience feelings similar to those of the fictional character Urkel.
Cum too quick, 'Did I do that?'
When I ejaculate prematurely, I jokingly reference Urkel's catchphrase 'Did I do that?'
Oh lord, now here we go
Oh dear, now we are embarking on a new endeavor or situation.
Every time it's the same old show
Every instance unfolds in a predictable or monotonous manner.
Next think you know I'm two strokes straight
Before you realize it, I have rapidly performed two thrusts in a row.
And I'm sheet-sneezing like I'm blowing my nose
As a result, I am suddenly and uncontrollably experiencing a release of bodily fluids, akin to forcefully blowing one's nose into a tissue.
Hunting in the bushes, and I'm looking for the birds
Engaging in a playful pursuit, searching for attractive women to engage with.
But the thick ones is all we want
However, we are specifically in pursuit of women with voluptuous figures.
I call her 'Deer'
I affectionately refer to her as 'Deer', potentially due to her slender physique or graceful nature.
'Cause she kinda skinny and she got nice legs and she give good head
This is because she possesses a slim figure, attractive legs, and is skilled in performing oral sex.
When I nail her to the wall
When I engage in sexual intercourse with her in a dominant or assertive manner.
Got a bad one, better freeze and put your hands up
I am accompanied by an attractive woman who possesses desirable qualities, so you should stop and admire her with your hands raised.
Put those cuffs on, call me daddy, I'm a bad one
Proceed to restrain her with handcuffs and refer to me as 'daddy', as I am a formidable figure.
Now she turned on, I go down it make her body jump
Now that she is aroused, I proceed to perform oral sex on her, causing her body to react with excitement.
She got a bad one, call me daddy, I'm a bad one
She is accompanied by an attractive and rebellious individual, who she refers to as 'daddy', emphasizing their unconventional nature.
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Written by: GEORGE CLAYTON HUFF, JAMIENE THOMPSON
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