3 Boys 1 Willie

The Boys start Chasing Forever. Will they get there? Let’s find out.

LYRICS

Early mornin' wake up

Gently with the caress on your hand

And that kimono that I bought you on my trip to Japan

Sunshine peekin' through the venetian blinds

Four years, and like wine, you got finer with time

I got a question, if the Prada dressin' and the Gucci

All got goes, and the freeze on the Lucci

I mean real bad girl, I'm talking rougher than rough

Do you think it'd be enough if we just had us?

Don't answer quick, think about it cause I'm askin' for real

Golddiggers goin' to hear this song drivin' and crash at the wheel

Forever is a long time, so far we gettin' along fine

No car I ever drove, no ice I ever saw

No music I ever made, ain't nothin I wanted more

We could deal with whatever together

Sunshine, all that other weather, when we chasin' forever

WHAT WE LEARNED TODAY

Quite frankly, I don’t think we learned anything. And if we did, it was pretty gross.

THE LYRICS

I know the deal, I talked to Mary Jane and she said

Your ex-boyfriends Mike and Ike are both Lemonheads

I ain't tryin ta player hate girl

I know That you go with Bazooka Joe

Now you know he don't love you like that

He tryin ta get a Reeses piece of the Kit-Kat

Really hun, what he need is a jawbreaker

Cause I'm the one that'll love you baby Now and Later

Be my Peppermint Paddy with a Hundred wishes

An I'll be your Hershey daddy with a hundred kisses

Get the Twins M&M's, they booked us outta flight today

Me an you can Starburst to the Milky Way 

I don't care what it cost, girl a Hundred Grand

We could snicker all night at my Jolly Ranch

Just me and you, or call your friends up too 

Cause I could get my boys Babe Ruth and Charlston Chew

WHAT WE LEARNED TODAY

Willie is an old lawnmower, a candy addict, tight with 50 Cent, unreliable with groceries, may have imagined it all, carries a pocket Bear Grylls, and strokes hair uninvited.

THE LYRICS

Candy (No Doubt, Do you want to bounce?)

It's the same feelin I always feel together but now

Candy 

Let's get this started now

Let's get this started now

I ain't gonna lie to you, I remember layin eyes on you

All I thought about was livin life beside you, Boo

All I want to do is be the perfect guy to you

Tell you the truth, it's like (Candy) cause I'm feelin like its callin me

You're tryin ta hold on, but fallin

Seem quite far ta me

I stay strong but it's hard to be

Cause somethin bringin out the dog in me

(It's like Candy) when I'm keepin my zone

Chat on the phone, I lower my tone

Steady plottin on takin ya home

Gettin all inside of your dome, makin you moan

You shoulda known (It's like Candy)

As I'm seein you here, Mommy I know your peepin my stare

And feelin my glare, brother thinkin bout unrollin the bear

Strokin your hair, (Touchin me where?) Yeah there

WHAT WE LEARNED TODAY

Willie starts parties and leaves, has incredible eyesight, used to creep and snoop with Snoop in the 90s, disregards names, uses high doses of caffeine to maintain relationships, and is definitely a cannibal.

THE LYRICS

I ain't gonna lie to you, I remember layin eyes on you

All I thought about was livin life beside you, Boo

All I want to do is be the perfect guy to you

Tell you the truth, it's like (Candy) cause I'm feelin like its callin me

You're tryin ta hold on, but fallin

Seem quite far ta me

I stay strong but it's hard to be

Cause somethin bringin out the dog in me

(It's like Candy) when I'm keepin my zone

Chat on the phone, I lower my tone

Steady plottin on takin ya home

Gettin all inside of your dome, makin you moan

You shoulda known (It's like Candy)

As I'm seein you here, Mommy I know your peepin my stare

And feelin my glare, brother thinkin bout unrollin the bear

Strokin your hair, (Touchin me where?) Yeah there

The Boys conclude their second song, and start to worry for the future of the podcast.

WHAT WE LEARNT

Big Will is a myth, took all the turf and left Lawrence hanging, times his life by the universal clock, ran a tight coffee shop grift in his youth, is made of platinum, treats his mum and wife right, and is a genital boaster.

THE LYRICS

Eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift

Who's the kid in the drop? Who else Will Smith

Living that life some consider a myth

Rock from south street to one two fifth

Women used to tease me, give it to me now nice and easy

Since I moved up like George and Weezie

Cream to the maximum I be asking 'em

Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum?

Never see Will attacking 'em

Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em, flatten 'em

Psych, kidding

Thought I took a spill but I didn't

Trust the lady of my life she hitting

Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon

Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly

You trying to flex on me?

Don't be silly, getting jiggy with it

You won’t believe what happens in this verse!

WHAT WE LEARNT TODAY

Willie is great in boats and can stand if wants to, can make anywhere a hot tub, has tickets for days, drops names inappropriately, has a poor system for inviting women into his car, wakes up at 6pm to sleep at 3am, is taking back hip hop, and may be imagining all of this!

THE LYRICS

What you want to ball with the kid?

Watch your step you might fall

Trying to do what I did

Mama mama mama come closer

In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub

No love for the haters, the haters

Mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers

See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders

Met Ali he told me I'm the greatest

I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd-pleaser

DJ play another from the prince of this

Your highness, only mad chicks ride in my whips

South to the West to the East to the North

Bought my hits and watch them go off a go off

Ah, yes-yes y'all

Ya don't stop in the winter or the (Summertime)

I makes it hot, getting jiggy with 'em

Things take a dark turn as Will reveals his more terrifying intentions.

WHAT WE LEARNT TODAY

Willie is a psycho and a dance floor pro, he sprints marathons, is addicted to eye damage, is fluent in pig latin, prone to kidnapping, loves the Spice Girls, and fake smokes cigars

THE LYRICS

On your mark ready set let's go

Dance floor pro I know you know

I go psycho when my new joint hit

Just can't sit

Got to get jiggy wit it, thats it

Now honey honey come ride

DKNY all up in my eye

You gotta Prada bag with a lot a stuff in it

Give it to your friend let's spin

Everybody lookin' at me

Glancin' the kid

Wish you nig was dancin' the jig

Here with this handsome kid

Ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba

I just bite it

It's for the look I don't light it

Illway the amay on the anceday orflay

Give it up jiggy make it feel like foreplay

Yo my cardio is infinite

Ha ha

Big willie style's all in it

Gettin' jiggy wit it

Thing get real as the Boys conclude their first song.

WHAT WE LEARNT TODAY

Willie will find you and he will defeat you, he also has the cream touch, has no time for fakers, thinks his name rhymes, and can’t stand it when you read over his shoulder.

THE LYRICS

Y'all know, Can't nobody rock a crowd like me

She know, Can't nobody make it bounce like me

He know, Can't nobody get it hot like me

Y'all know, Y'all need ta stop cause ya can't see me

Seven continents I bruise all crews

Adidas, kilts, or bamboos and no shoes

Eskimos to Aborigines

I'll test the flow of the world's MC's

I'll hit you out the ball park

You just all talk

Don't be lookin at my script, you can't play my part

See I'm a rapper that’s an actor

You act rap with no heart

The way that I compose those flows like Mozart

Gets somthin like a symphony, when I'm orchestratin' em

Ever since the days of me an Jeff at the Paladium

All my life I've been the cream of the crop

Shoppin a dream, now I got a crop full of cream

I raise mics for the flow of it, you know the show of it

Not the Benz 600 four door of it(keep it real yo

I'm a rhyme regardless of earnin

Long as my heart keeps yearnin

I gots ta keep burnin

The Boys continue their hubristic journey into the mind of Big Willie with the second verse of Ya’ll Know.

WHAT WE LEARNT TODAY

Willie introduces his song structure, is on fire like Jon Blaze, is an earthquake, also a dance floor gentleman, has a broad investment portfolio, and a vast supply of very strong wine.

THE LYRICS

I'm back attackin the mic

Hype like a Viking

Strikin like a python

Blaze like Jon

A hip-hop icon, MC radical

Back on track from my rap/act sabbatical

Nine-point-six on the richter

Kicked her, hands so slickta

Chicks quickta flip tha

Bright glance and the tight pants

For the slight chance, "Big Willie can we get one dance?"

Why yes you may an', I'm just sayin

That dress you playin, is A-Okay an

This is your chance for, at least it could be

For you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor, menege-boogie

On the scene I fronts an dashin, fashion

Lost my cream once, now I'm stashin cashin

Countries and currencies, like a true Don

It's a new time and this time watch me shine

The way y'all blaze through the days and nights

How I deal with the craze my momma raised me right

Whether I'm on stage or in the studio booth

100 proof, raisin the roof, raisin the roof!

In this, the first episode of a powerful new series, the Boys delve deep into the first verse of the first song: Ya'll Know.

WHAT WE LEARNT TODAY:

Willie is from Philadelphia, a demigod, the best child of Hip-Hop, an actual star, witness to more green than the hulk, overheated, good at rapping because of practice, and ready to recover his lost microphone.

THE LYRICS:

Observe the high roller

Mic controller 

Number one hip-hop son 

Call me solar 

Why? cause I shine 

Praise the Big Willie 

I'm Raised in Philly I 

Daze and thrillin' ya 

Don't be silly, ya can't see me 

Again I'm killin ya on MTV 

Just get with it my friend (Damn another award) 

Dat kid done did it again (Oh my Lord) 

Da fantastic 

Boombastic 

Gettin' ten times hotter than any you other cats get 

Practice 

You lack this I'm the real McCoy 

First with Jeff I was startin 

Then with Martin I'm a Badboy 

See more green than David Banner 

More juice than Tropicana 

You hawkin me like Atlanta 

MC's just flee, they rightfully concerned 

Big Will wants the mic back, it's my turn ta burn