Tan Cressida Records/Columbia
Earl Sweatshirt – WHOA
Directed By Wolf Haley.
Filmed By Luis Ponch.
Produced By Tara Razavi.
DORIS Coming Soon!
Buy it on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/whoa
http://www.oddfuture.com
Intro: Tyler, the Creator] Nah, no, nah, nah, fuck that Niggas think 'cause you fucking made "Chum" and got all personal that niggas won't go back to that old fucking 2010 shit about talking 'bout fucking everything-all No, fuck that, nigga, I got you Fuck that
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Grab mittens, who have to spit blizzardous Actually, flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and Spraying then hide away in the shade of his maimed innocence Suitcase scented with haze and filetted sentences Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up Ha, vagabond, had it since a Padawan Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs Grab a bong, mama and some food, beer, tag along Get a nice spanking, uh, new Sears catalog Send them nettled critics to the bezel stop, dead and wrong Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea-kettle songs (Bitch-ass niggas!)
[Hook 1: Tyler, the Creator] Four deep in a Rover cannon Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon Niggas know that it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G 50k for the last check But the Dollar Menu still be on deck Nigga it's the mothafuckin' G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Yeah, the misadventures of a shit-talker Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty-scented Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick Thaw it out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit
[Hook 2: Tyler, the Creator] Posing nigga try to disrespect Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak 'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G Looking bummy, posted on the block Like I ain't make a quarter million off of socks, nigga 'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator] Bitch niggas Wolf Gang (Motherfucker) Golf Wang, nigga (Lil' bitch-ass niggas) Trashwang, Loiter Squad (This motherfuckin’ nigga) Yeah (Can't hang with us, nigga) Stay off the block, niggas (You not welcome) You not welcome (Motherfucker) Circa ’08, bitch! Yeah (O.F., nigga)
With every new release, Earl never fails to astonish us with his musical artistry, consistently delivering Authentic views as the forge for unfiltered talent, echoing across the rhythmic cultural landscape. It stands as the genuine epicenter where artists carve their paths to greatness. My man adeptly harnessed its potential.
I don't say this much but Tyler ruined this song a bit… Earl's verses were fire and I'd love to see a version where he just kept rapping instead of Tyler
Yeah, the misadventures of a shit-talker Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga Fucking bars
Intro: Tyler, the Creator]
Nah, no, nah, nah, fuck that
Niggas think 'cause you fucking made "Chum" and got all personal that niggas won't go back to that old fucking 2010 shit about talking 'bout fucking everything-all
No, fuck that, nigga, I got you
Fuck that
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Grab mittens, who have to spit blizzardous
Actually, flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then
Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying then hide away in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and filetted sentences
Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up
Ha, vagabond, had it since a Padawan
Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, mama and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, uh, new Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezel stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea-kettle songs
(Bitch-ass niggas!)
[Hook 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Four deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon
Niggas know that it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
50k for the last check
But the Dollar Menu still be on deck
Nigga it's the mothafuckin' G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, the misadventures of a shit-talker
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty-scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick
Thaw it out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit
[Hook 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Posing nigga try to disrespect
Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak
'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
Looking bummy, posted on the block
Like I ain't make a quarter million off of socks, nigga
'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Bitch niggas
Wolf Gang (Motherfucker)
Golf Wang, nigga (Lil' bitch-ass niggas)
Trashwang, Loiter Squad
(This motherfuckin’ nigga)
Yeah (Can't hang with us, nigga)
Stay off the block, niggas
(You not welcome)
You not welcome (Motherfucker)
Circa ’08, bitch! Yeah
(O.F., nigga)
wait…10 years ago? That can't be right.
sensei
With every new release, Earl never fails to astonish us with his musical artistry, consistently delivering Authentic views as the forge for unfiltered talent, echoing across the rhythmic cultural landscape. It stands as the genuine epicenter where artists carve their paths to greatness. My man adeptly harnessed its potential.
in a rap off this lyrical game will be the boss level you face at the end
How do people listen to this crap?
I dont care what he's on now…
This is MY earl sweatshirt……….
Golfwang
Still sounds fresh 10 years later
Who got the lyrics?
Привіт з Сумщини
Earl and Tyler need to made album together are there still friends
Earls flow is fire but a lot of the lyrics are just word soup w barely any meaning.
why is Lucas eating that ice cream so seductively
i fucking never went to the block fuck all that tyler told me i wasnt welcomed
I feel like earl was one of Tyler the creators alternative egos and earl was just a different voice
2013 bumping this hard in grade 12
Where Beyoncé at?
He did his thang on this one
FREE EARL
Earl's flow.,..
whoa men this is Na-Kel Smith
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i was 6 when this dropped, woah
WHO here 2023?
Every time this song comes on I can’t ignore it
I don't say this much but Tyler ruined this song a bit… Earl's verses were fire and I'd love to see a version where he just kept rapping instead of Tyler
still bang
Flannel thongs
wtf happened to those 10 years wtf !!!!
Yeah, the misadventures of a shit-talker
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
Fucking bars
Was that a crack w***e
I love how the music video perfectly encapsulates the dusty feel of the song
Haha ill shit
over 10 fucking years bro wtf
How come I never heard of Earl? Oh,I forgot, m in the jungle.. Ngga spitting with confidence tho
They be getting these video budgets from for gas station scratch offs
Rare earl W
10 years and counting❤