Lyrically, clipping.βs music attempts to reshuffle and repeat accepted rap scenarios, while eliminating a traditional single-point perspective. Diggsβs writing is heavily citational, like a rough-edged collage, gluing together half-glimpsed images and misremembered references, many of which might feel familiar, and some of which assuredly do not. But even while he consumes and regurgitates established styles, his self-erasure is incomplete; Diggsβs dense, often motormouthed flow remains wholly his own.
Individually, the members are known outside of the group for their extra-curricular artistic projects. Diggs is a stage actor, while Snipes composes music for film, and Hutson is an established noise music artist. Snipes and Hutson have collaborated on many projects, including the score to the documentary Room 237, which was released by IFC in 2013.
In February 2013, clipping. released their debut album, Midcity, on their website. The project was created entirely in-house, with the trio writing, producing, engineering, mixing and mastering all of the material themselves. There was no budget, no outside promotion, no hype-machine, no blog or label interest. In fact, clipping. had no expectation that anyone would bother listening to the album, let alone enjoy it. Nevertheless, reactions were largely positiveβ despite the uncompromising nature of the production, and its obfuscatory lyrical contentβ and within five monthβs of Midcityβs release, clipping. signed a deal with Sub Pop Records.
CLPPNG, the bandβs label debut, was written and recorded between February and October of 2013. Highly well-received, CLPPNG is an album that demonstrates the variety of sounds available when the βrulesβ of a genre are willfully questioned.
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Tonight
clipping. Lyrics
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Turnt than a motherfucker
Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her
All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin'
But they spot is 'bout to close
And they ain't pullin' nothin'
Walls smell like pussy when it's wet
Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex
Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex
She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin'
Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean
And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open
But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken
Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low
DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard
With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass
And breaking lamps from beating pussy purple cause she like it fast
Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Beyonce
And tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free
Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be
But shit, this spot's about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak?
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
I'm drunker than I ever been, higher than I ever been
Don't you want to take me to the bar to get a shot again?
Don't you want to take me home? Don't you want to see me roam?
Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound, I'm all up in my zone
Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin', I just want some sex
Nothing else to do when I leave the club so that's the best thing next
Here, just take my number, when you leave be sure to send a text
I'll be at the Waffle House waitin', baby fuck the rest
If you at the club and you feel trashed and it about to close
Make sure you have a freak that knows how to bend and touch her toes
Make sure that that boy know, he gotta play when he weighin' that soul(?)
He get to see me do dances and shit, doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
Yeah, it's Clipping bitch
Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums
Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums
Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet
Cab to the someplace, head in the back seat
Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards
Hands fumbling through (?) keys, keys open doors
Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin
Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin'
Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips
Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips
Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down
Eyes rolling, bones shaking, lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath
Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast?
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
Clipping.'s "Tonight" is a gritty hip-hop track that delves into the hedonistic world of clubbing, drugs, and sex. The song discusses the experience of being in a club and trying to pick up women. The lyrics humorously suggest that no matter how much one thinks they are "stuntin'," they'll soon realize that the club is about to close and they haven't pulled anyone yet. The singer of the song tries to hit on a woman on the dance floor, but she rejects him, prompting him to look for another victim. It then leads to the sexual encounter between two strangers whom we assume have just met at the club.
The song presents an unfiltered, raw perspective of the clubbing culture. It emphasizes the fleeting, transient nature of such experiences, where one can be in awe of the vibrant scene but still remain unfulfilled at the end of the night. The lyrics show the audience the possible intimacy that one can share with someone in a club and the various ways of experiencing that intimacy.
Line by Line Meaning
Turnt than a motherfucker
I am extremely intoxicated and ready to party
Bought that ho a shot cause you wanna cuff her
I bought a woman a drink because I want to have a serious relationship with her
All these other motherfuckers think they stuntin'
I feel like I'm better than anyone else who is trying to impress people at this club
But they spot is 'bout to close
And they ain't pullin' nothin'
The club is closing soon and those other guys haven't been successful in getting someone to go home with them
Walls smell like pussy when it's wet
The walls of the club have a distinct smell of sex and arousal
Snort it to the face, but the club wet
I am doing drugs (cocaine) but the atmosphere of the club is also highly sexualized
Trying to get a taste, baby wanna flex
Sick of pushin' weight in an alley with a mind full of sex
I am trying to woo a woman who wants to show off and be seen, rather than just having meaningless sex in an alley
She walk to the floor, leave the bar stool soakin'
The woman I'm interested in is leaving her seat at the bar and her stool is still wet from her being there
Drop it down low, make it wade like the ocean
She is dancing provocatively and making waves with her body movements
And every man up in here wanna see her bust it open
But you ain't gonna get it if you so soft-spoken
Every guy in the club wants to have sex with her but if you don't have the confidence to speak up, you won't have a chance
Flashing lights, molly dreams, face down low
DJ screaming "last call", that liquor dark, that dick gone hard
The club is about to close and there is a sense of urgency to find someone to have sex with before it's too late. It's a mix of drug-induced sensations and sexual desire.
With visions of her legs up in the air over your face under her ass
And breaking lamps from beating pussy purple cause she like it fast
There are vivid fantasies of performing oral sex on her and having rough, fast sex
Wha-wha-wha-what's your fantasy? Ass like Trina, face like Beyonce
And tell your story, try to whip her fine ass free
Cause she's probably used to ballers and ballin' you may not be
But shit, this spot's about to close and you still ain't pulled you a freak?
What's your ideal sexual partner? She's probably used to men with money and status, but the club is closing soon and you still haven't found someone to have sex with
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time to figure out who fuckin' tonight
Who fucking tonight, who fuckin' tonight, who fuckin' tonight
The night is almost over and there are attractive people in the club that you haven't hooked up with yet. Don't forget to tip the bartender and it's time to find someone to have sex with
I'm drunker than I ever been, higher than I ever been
Don't you want to take me to the bar to get a shot again?
I am extremely intoxicated and high and want to continue drinking
Don't you want to take me home? Don't you want to see me roam?
Music beatin', twerkin' to the sound, I'm all up in my zone
I want someone to take me home and have sex with me. I am dancing to the music and in a sexual mindset
Lookin' for a victim, caught him slippin', I just want some sex
Nothing else to do when I leave the club so that's the best thing next
I am looking for someone to have sex with and found someone who was vulnerable in the moment. It's the best thing to do after leaving the club
Here, just take my number, when you leave be sure to send a text
I'll be at the Waffle House waitin', baby fuck the rest
I am giving my phone number to the person I had sex with and telling them to message me when they leave. I will be waiting at a fast food restaurant
If you at the club and you feel trashed and it about to close
Make sure you have a freak that knows how to bend and touch her toes
If you are also intoxicated and the club is closing soon, make sure you find someone who is sexually adventurous and skilled
Make sure that that boy know, he gotta play when he weighin' that soul(?)
He get to see me do dances and shit, doin' a split and I'm killin' this shit
Ensure that the person you're hooking up with knows they need to perform well sexually. I am showing off my dance moves and flexibility
Yeah, it's Clipping bitch
Tab on the bank card, molly on the gums
Last shot dark, brain, 808 bass drums
Laser in the eyeball, callous on the feet
Cab to the someplace, head in the back seat
A final proclamation that this is Clipping's song. Recounting a drug-fueled night and taking a cab to an unknown destination
Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards
Hands fumbling through (?) keys, keys open doors
Tumble to the futon, teeth into soft skin
Fists full of weave, rip, lick, suck, coughin'
Entering a sketchy location and struggling to unlock the door. Falling onto a couch, biting and touching my partner's skin aggressively
Acrylic on the spine, hand prints on the hips
Rug burn on the knees, salt on the lips
Beat it up, spread it out, bust it open, take it down
Eyes rolling, bones shaking, lungs weak, breathing in somebody else's breath
Leaving physical marks on each other's bodies while having vigorous sex. Being completely exhausted and panting
Shit, hold up, what's your name, what's up with that breakfast?
As the night comes to an end, I am asking my partner for their name and suggesting we get breakfast together
Lyrics Β© CORDOVA BAY MUSIC PUBLISHING, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Fintage House Publishing
Written by: NICKOLAS ASHFORD, ROBERT F DIGGS, VALERIE SIMPSON, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
juliejam
Why are people so shocked by Daveed's part in Clipping? Just because he played two historical figures in Hamilton, Mr. Brown in Wonder, that does not make him some sort of cinnamon roll. This was his life before all of that!
Blobby Thing
@Gwen W Same could be said for Ride of Death Grips. Doesn't make him a "cinnamon roll"
Gwen W
Alice (Morgan) Roberts he did refer to himself as "probably the shyest guy you will ever meet"
B
Haha. "Body and Blood" live, at AfroPunk Fest, was my introduction to Daveed Diggs. He's multifaceted for sure. π€
Pentex Sucks
People calling other people cinnamon rolls is the dumbest and most awkward thing ever too
Jaedyn Johnson
Okay but deadass I need a music video for this song.
Mahogany Mouse
Yes
monster girl
This is all-time-hands-down my favorite song in this album
Torian Allen
love knowing Gangsta Boo was able to reach so many heights in her career and continued to keep an open mind. the fact her credits are on this label feels like a jeopardy question. rip π
Bigman Kam
RIP Gangsta Boo
I'm in shock right now what the FUCK