Waka Flocka Flame - No Hands

So far I've covered two pop songs and a soft rock song, and now I turn my sights to another genre with the following little ditty:

Oh boy, this is gonna be fun.

Currently number 14 on the Billboard Top 100, this gem from Waka Flocka Flame is burning up the airwaves in Atlanta.  I hear it every single day in the 20 to 30 minutes I'm driving home every evening.  I know many people love this song, but let's take a look at this lyrical masterpiece.

"Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip muscato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty goooo
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash"

Ah yes, another ode to lude and lascivious stripper dancing.  We start with an artist reminding you that this your jam, your favorite song! If this is a new song, how do you know it's anyone's favorite?  Next we come to the obligatory alcohol reference, only this time we hear about muscato wine instead of Patron or Grey Goose.  Is this rap trying to be a little classy?   Annnddd... no.  Because our next line is about throwing money at the dancers.  Grown men, hypnotized by nude women, throwing money away.  A sad, sad commentary about behavior today.

Now that the chorus is out of the way, let's look at the genius of one Mr Waka Flocka Flame.

"All that ass in yo jeans kid Wale me
can Wale Beat? can Roscoe skeet?
Long hair she don't care
When she walks she gets this
Brown skin or a yellow bone
DJ this my favorite song
So Imma make it thunderstorm"

What's to say? Mr. Flame sets up that fact that Wale and Roscoe are on the song, and that he likes black women of all skin tones.  This is actually a bit progressive for a rapper today, since they all seem to prefer women with lighter skin tones.  Here again we hear about this being a favorite song, and a renewed declaration about throwing money!

"Flood warning Flocka yeah throw it f*ck it I don't care
Glasses flying everywhere
tap my partna Roscoe like bruh I'm drunk as hell
Can't you tell, goose we been spent fifty stacks so f*ck it
Well I'm tryna to hit the hotel with two girls that's swallowin
Take this d*ck and swallow bay mascato got her freaky
Hey you got me in a trance, you take of yo pants
p*ssy poppin' on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan D*MN!"

Gang affiliation, alcohol consumption, obligatory Grey Goose reference.  Notice that Mr. Flame is trying to get two girls.  In the past few years I've noticed an increased reference to threesomes in music.  No longer banished to the pages of the Penthouse Forum or porno movies, they're now mentioned in pop culture all the time.  Are people having them more often?  Clearly Waka is no gentleman, since his only desire is to find two wide awake girls who will swallow... shouldn't women be boycotting this song en masse?
    
Now moving on, we get our verse from Wale.

"She said look ma no hands, she said look ma no hands
And no darlin' I don't dance
and I'm wit Roscoe I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance
Imma bad motha f*cka
go and ask them mothaf*ckas
A young handsome mothaf*cka
I slang that wood I just nunchuck'em
And who you with and what's your name
are you not hip boo I'm Wale
And that DC sh*t I rep all day
and my eyes red cause of all that haze
Don't blow my high let me shine
drumma on da beat let me take my time
N*gga want beef we can take it outside
f*ck it what broad these hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo league
I sweat no b*tches that 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
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would,
whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could
B*TCH!"

Wow, such, such beautiful poetry!  You're a bad MFer (thanks for pointing it out repeatedly).  You "nunchuck" women with your wood, and you like to get high.  NEXT!

"R-o-s-c-o-e Mr.Shawty Put in On Me
I be going ham shorty upgrade from bologna
Them n*ggas tippin' good girl but I can make it flood
'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my buzz
Rain rain go away that's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload my rain never evaporate
No need to elaborate most of these ducks exaggerate
But Imma get money n*gga every day stuntin, n*gga duck might get a chance after me
I'ma baller like I'm commin' off a free throw, get your head in the game no cheat codes
Lambo Roscoe no street code 'cause yo booty go me lost like Nemo,
go go go g-gone and do yo dance
And imma throw this money while you do it wit no hands GO!

What sets Roscoe apart from the rest?  He can spell his name! Aside from that, he's a repeat of the last two verses.  I've got more money than you, and he's going to throw it at strippers while he's high!

These are the up and coming rappers of today?  Nas was right.  Hip-hop is dead.


(Thank you to anonymous commentors for lyric corrections)