Who's That Ridin'?
Album: Tramps Like Us
By: The Stereophiles
By: The Stereophiles
Duration
3:08
Description
DJ Upper Kutt does it again with a informed and well-constructed beat, sampling a vintage Library of Congress recording of Son House's legendary "John the Revelator". Big Try plays a line on resonator guitar reminiscent of Robert Johnson's "Walking Blues", adding to the beer-slinging juke-house flavor that seems to come through on every Stereophiles track. As usual, the boys kill their verses with light-hearted wordplay and nostalgic allusions. This is nerdy white rap at it's best.
Lyrics
CHORUS - Who's that riding? Well, who's that riding? Tell me. - "Ladies, ladies, jeez - how's about me and you three sip a couple drinks, then take a dip in the jacuzzi. Get that booty boozy, let me see you do the tootsie roll (I don't know what that is, but that's in rap songs, right?) Shake it, but don't break it, and if you do, won't you save Kutt a piece. Hear the beat? Man, goddamn, he's such a fucking beast. It's time to party like it's turning August '81, let's do this here, don't think about the awkwardness of waking up. The best part of breaking up is when I keep your stuff; the couch, the plates and cups, and them pics? - can't be seen enough. Never caking with these birds, shaken, never stirred. Distortion on these vocals got you simpletones mistaking words. The future predicts quick platinum plaques in my fists, for spitting the most ridiculous shit ever laid on a disc. We put a little hitch in your giddy-up, so get it up to 33 1/3 rotations. Tell me now, who rides this place" CHORUS "Who brought the Delta back, like an old time-machine, them steel strings, hand claps, people hollering? I think it's high time, baby dolls, make them follow; lead off with that old standard, "Drop!", now make the rest up. The 'Philes are back, it was a brief hiatus. No intent to vacate, but platinum plaques don't make themselves. We heard your prayers and we read your wish list, poured the gravy on in time for Thanksgiving, then spent Christmas hunched over a mixer, if the bass hits too low then you'll know our mittens slipped. Now it's a New Year, with the 'Philes in the driver's seat. We know where we're going - fuck Tom Tom and Nuvi. So giddy up, get this bitch up to 88 (that's 33 rotating) - fuck Scot, we're the greatest! We made this track in order to resolve who the best is, motion to end discussion, fuck it, call it to question." CHORUS "Regardless of the genre, or songstress re-rocking, there's always gonna be detractors of this hotness. While everyone else sounds the same, our tracks reflect life reflecting art, but people wanna point fingers, like "Oh my God - flip floppers!" So please God, forgive us, if we're not on the list of insistors that every song should feature auto-pitchtune. You wanna sing? But you're tone-deaf. Believe me, I get you, I'm just saying vocal coaches, they gotta feed their kids too" CHORUS
