I began working on this track on Friday, April 6th, 2012, at 2:55 a.m. This was during the spring semester of my junior year at UMass Lowell, where I majored in Music Business. I originally entitled the Logic Pro Project "130 BPM Ridin Beat". It eventually became another fun collaboration with my friend LeAnne Piepiora later in 2012, with slightly processed vocals. I worked with what we had recorded and created something resembling an "intro chorus/hook". I added in an additional verse in April/May of 2014 after I had completed my internship at PARMA Licensing, LLC in North Hampton, NH. At this time, I also added in additional background vocals and some sound effects and then had it mastered by Cory Allen of Altered Ear Audio Mastering, who is based in Austin, TX.
(Full Lyrics and Credits Information available on Bandcamp)
Lyrics:
LeAnne Piepiora: I'm gonna make it smooth/make you move/make it smooth like bud/I'm gonna make it smooth/make you move/make it smooth like butter/
LeAnne Piepiora: (background vocals) Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, nev-- (pitch gradually lowering)
LeAnne Piepiora: I'm gonna make it smooth/make you move/make it smooth like butter/I'm gonna make it smooth/make you move/make it smooth like bud/
LeAnne Piepiora and Reuben Walton: Gonna let this beat sink in, to my brain.
LeAnne Piepiora: Give me a bag, give me a bottle, give me a bag, give me a bottle
LeAnne Piepiora and Reuben Walton: Gonna let this beat sink in, to my brain.
LeAnne Piepiora: Give me a bag, give me a bottle, give me a bag,
LeAnne Piepiora and Reuben Walton: give me a bottle (with background harmonies)
Reuben Walton: I oughta start calling myself Jora Dak/been over ten years since I beat Majora's Mask/bet your ass I ain't lookin' back for a snack/one free Uno chip later and I still be scorin' cash/to all you hatin'-ass hoes, your personalities get boring fast/"Ye Olde Electric Chair" is where you're headed if you keep smoking more than crack/hell, even that shit'll do you in headin' straight to the loony bin with along with your lower back/so for cheaper thrills, get some rum, roll it up, go on and pour that 'gnac/check check, one two/finest, bun drew/lookin' like a bun made o' drew corny/lookin' like a horny/corny-ass fuckin' toadpole/lookin' like a toadstool/lookin' like a soadbool/loakin' on a stoadbowl/lookin' like a toad bowl/bitch please, toads smoke bowls, too!/'cause they gotta get high livin' in a vernal pool/fuckin' corny-ass, boring-ass shit/molecules movin' around, fuck shit/they don't really got no T.V. to fuck wit/they just sit there mad fuckin' bored with a wart on their body like fuck that shit/they ain't really got it like fuck that bitch/hoes on the black like fuck that clit
LeAnne Piepiora: Oh what it's like, bein' a dog/in the hood, walkin' the streets/(laughs) you see all those people walkin' 'round and
LeAnne Piepiora and Reuben Walton: people walkin' while walkin' 'round/and people walkin' while walkin' 'round/and people walkin' while walkin' 'round
LeAnne Piepiora: people walkin' while walkin' 'round (fading out)
LeAnne Piepiora: Your best friend's name is Henry, he's a squirrel/you aren't really interested in girls/you're a dog, woof woof (laughs)/you're a dog, a dog, on the streets, you're a dog, woof woof, woof woof (more laughing)/throw me a bone/this the first time I rapped alone/I don't really know what to say, it just comes from my brain/these brainwaves reachin' out to you into your head/makin' you think about what I said
Reuben Walton: Look at me now, I'm on some worldwide shit/went from low-end pearls to certified diamonds and fly shit/and ain't nann thang wrong that nann hoe can find wit/the insatiable itch when your faced with a quick way to get away with this shit/pretty soon we gonna go from kale chips to high chips/in a quick truck headin' to where fat fucks knuck, buck, and ride dick/ain't nothin' like
