Kidz in the Hall, “Flickin'”

3 Aug

New Kidz. Download it at Shake Zulu Nation.

People sleep on the Kidz because they’re not big names. But both this song and “Driving Down the Block” prove that they’re quite good at hook-savvy hip-hop with a little gauze to it.

I don’t care about the Auto-Tune: This is a fun song. It’s a little too flimsy to be a huge single, of course, with drums too soft, bass too high, and synths too airy.

The lyrics, though, are sharp throughout, dotted with all sorts of interior rhyme and clever rapid-fire multisyllabics (“skin like cocoa, bounce like pogo, toss like Romo/Fly kids call my closet dojo/Rich boy, but don’t know Polow”), and if you’re looking for a little substance with your style, you’ve got it here.

Here, despite the typical misogyny, it’s all about the club, Cartier, and looking fresh. These Kidz do that effortlessly.

Lyrics

(Right, right, right)
See, tell me what you flickin’ like
Tell-tell me what you flickin’ like

Live life like make believe
Red tee top on, gangsta lean
Fresh off tour where I’m makin’ Gs
This type shit that a gangsta dream
Pray to the city, put faith in me
Rebound, boxed out, make space for me
Shit on point like Rafer be
Charlie think, why think majorly?
We major league, so pay per V
I-E double you faithfully
Prolly why your ho be chasin’ me
Like grenadine, I been a fiend
For the M-I-C in NYC
VIP with a PYT
Just 19 but don’t need ID
‘Cause she 33-24-33 (3, 3, 3)
See, that’s what we call a brick house
We ’bout to blow like when she put my dick out
Respect the game, don’t call the broad
Think about that, just call it off
He’s so ho but hardly cough, hardly cough

Every time you sleep at night
That’s what I be livin’ like
Cartier is on my face
Cadillac be whizzin’ by-y-y-y-y
Tell me I ain’t flickin’ like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Bubbly overflow my glass
Two hundred is on the dash
No, it ain’t my birthday
But you see me spendin’ caaaash
Tell me I ain’t flickin’ like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Like tha-a-at (Like that?)

(Right, right, right)
See, tell me what you flickin’ like
(Like, like, like)
See, tell me what you flickin’ like

Pimp, ka-pimp, in my own fuckin’ mind (Mind, mind, mind)
All-black dance, 10.deep pants, shirty tho’ thick
No romance, skin like cocoa, bounce like pogo, toss like Romo
Fly kids call my closet dojo
Rich boy, but don’t know Polow
Donned in Polo, man on the horse is the logo, y’all hos know
Say she don’t, then she gets crazy, clownin’, Bozo, leave solo
Like them plastic cups, as we fuck, backseat Chuck blastin’
That passion tha’, as she suck, I might be crashin’
Nah, I be steady on my whip game proper
And fresher than Binaca, cuh

Every time you sleep at night
That’s what I be livin’ like
Cartier is on my face
Cadillac be whizzin’ by-y-y-y-y
Tell me I ain’t flickin’ like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Bubbly overflow my glass
Two hundred is on the dash
No, it ain’t my birthday
But you see me spendin’ caaaash
Tell me I ain’t flickin’ like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Like tha-a-at (Like that?)

Cartier be the frame on the eye
Flick game proper, not a stain on the guy
Wilhelmina M put a name in his ride
And he still act like when he stayed off Clyde
Whip like van in Fast and Furious
Eastside crazy, High Park serious
C-cup redbone, so bi-curious
My life so damn luxurious (Why?)
Hennessey and Hypno the pairing (Why?)
Don’t worry, be happy like McFerrin
George Daniels’ church suit, T.D. Jakes’ church loot
Dream like this pimp tight, I blow through and

Every time you sleep at night
That’s what I be livin’ like
Cartier is on my face
Cadillac be whizzin’ by-y-y-y-y
Tell me I ain’t flickin’ like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Bubbly overflow my glass
200 is on the dash
No, it ain’t my birthday
But you see me spendin’ caaaash
Tell me I ain’t flickin’ like tha-a-at (Like that?)
Like tha-a-at (Like that?)

(Right, right, right)
See, tell me what you flickin’ like
(Like, like, like)
See, tell me what you flickin’ like
(Right, right, right)
See, tell me what you flickin’ like
T-tell me what you flickin’ like
Tell me what you flickin’ like

One Response to “Kidz in the Hall, “Flickin'””

  1. nate February 20, 2010 at 2:06 PM #

    dope. best song heard in a long time

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