Weird Al Wednesday – 4.2.25

Hey! Welcome back to Weird Al Wednesday
featuring the comedic genius of Al Yankovic.
“Say, Al! There are some people who think
you have no business doing a parody of a
rap song. What do you say about that?”

While a frequent criticism is that a lot of Al’s earlier songs were about food, his later songs often return to the subject of computers and technology. Al takes on Y2K (remember that?) and computer culture in this parody of “It’s All About The Benjamins” by Diddy (then Puff Daddy). The video parodies a few rap videos from the time including “Mo Money Mo Problems” by Biggie. Al’s UHF buddy Emo Philips plays the technological loser and Drew Carey makes a cameo. Creating this parody must have required superior brain power and maybe even a thesaurus since Al Yankovic does not curse, gosh darn it! He had to use only acceptable, honest-to-goodness words. Weird, huh?

First up, “It’s All About The Benjamins” by Puff Daddy (Rated X)

LYRICS

Uh, uh-huh, yeah
Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Goodfellas (uh)

Now, what y’all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers
Who be dippin’ in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the jake in the Taurus
Tryin’ to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah, livin’ the raw deal, three-course meals
Spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
But still, everything’s real in the field (uh, yeah)

And what you can’t have now, leave in your will
But don’t knock me for tryin’ to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio de Janeiry
Ain’t nobody’s hero, but I wanna be heard
On your HOT97 every day, that’s my word

Swimmin’ in women with they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums
It’s all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a 50 pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In something European chromed out with a clutch, what

I wanna hold figures, fuck being a broke nigga
Drinkin’ malt liquor, drivin’ a broke Vigor
I’m with Mo’ sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin’ Girbaud denims with gold zippers (c’mon)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin’ Cristals
Freakin’ the three-quarter reptiles

Enormous cream, forest green, Benz jeep
For my team, so while you sleep I’ma scheme (that’s right)
We see through, that’s why nobody never gon’ believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews
Don’t let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) ’cause I leave you
I’m only here for that green paper which the eagle

I’m strictly tryin’ to cop those, colossal-sized Picassos
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado’s (woo!)
Tienda, with cash flowing like Sosa
And the Latin chick tranportin’ in her chocha
Stampedin’ over, pop Mos, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealin’ weight by Minnesota (uh)
Avoidin’ narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)

Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh)
From Daytona, when I was young I want to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants
Trickin’ and takin’ me skiing at the Aspens (c’mon)
Uh, gangsta mental, stay poppin’ Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the Ac’ coupe that’s dark brown (woo!)
Pinky-ringin’, gondolas with the man singin’
Italian music down the river with your chick clingin’
To my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin’ hard when you as pussy as RuPaul’s

C’mon, c’mon, uh-huh (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah

Now, what y’all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers
Who be dippin’ in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the bloodclaat?)

Wanna bumble with the bee, huh?
Bzz, throw a hex on the whole family (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dressed in all black like The Omen (say what?)
Have your friends singin’, “This is for my homie” (that’s right)
And you know me from making niggas so sick
Floss in my six with the Lex’ on the wrist
If it’s murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)
German Ruger for yo’ ass, bitch, deep throat it (come on)

Know you wanna feel the womb ’cause it’s platinum-coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, player hatin’ from the sidelines
Get your own shit, why you ridin’ mine? (Uh-huh)
I’m a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby
Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do
Pull the trigger too, fuck you (uh, uh, uh)

I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill’, the ice grill (that’s right)
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin’ me
In my asshole (uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My west coast shorty push the chrome 740
Rockin’ Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?
Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at

And I’m livin’ that, whole life we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (c’mon)
Listen close, it’s Francis, the praying mantis
Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit
Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway
Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)
Squeeze off ’til I’m empty, don’t tempt me
Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?

It’s all about the Benjamins, baby
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh-huh, yeah (it’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Yeah (It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sean Combs/Kimberly Jones/David Styles/Sean Jacobs/Jason Phillips/ Christopher Wallace/Terry M. Etlinger/Linda Laurie/Deric Angelettie
It’s All About the Benjamins lyrics © Justin Combs Publishing Company Inc., Big Poppa Music, Sa-vette Music, Undeas Music, Jae’wons Publishing, Paniro’s Publishing, Deric Angelettie Music Inc., Notorious Kim Music, Sheek Louchion Publishing, My Baby’s Music Co, Notorious Kim Publishing, Inc.

Now here’s “It’s All About The Pentiums” by Weird Al (Rated G)

LYRICS

It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
Yeah

What y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
Nine to five, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?
Workin’ at a desk with a dumb little placard?
Yeah, payin’ the bills with my mad programming skills
Defraggin’ my hard drive for thrills
I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM
I never feed trolls and I don’t read spam
Installed a T1 line in my house
Always at my PC, double-clickin’ on my mizouse
Upgrade my system at least twice a day
I’m strictly plug-and-play, I ain’t afraid of Y2K
I’m down with Bill Gates, I call him Money for short
I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support
It’s all about the Pentiums, what?
You’ve gotta be the dumbest newbie I’ve ever seen
You’ve got white-out all over your screen
You think your Commodore 64 is really neato
What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?
You’re usin’ a 286? Don’t make me laugh
Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half?
You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette
You’re the biggest joke on the Internet
Your database is a disaster
You’re waxin’ your modem, tryin’ to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet you’re still livin’ in your parents’ cellar
Downloadin’ pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar
And postin’ “Me too!” like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You’re just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller

It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)

Now, what y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
Nine to five, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?

Uh, uh, loggin’ in now
Wanna run wit my crew, hah?
Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do?
They call me the king of the spreadsheets
Got ’em all printed out on my bedsheets
My new computer’s got the clocks, it rocks
But it was obsolete before I opened the box
You say you’ve had your desktop for over a week?
Throw that junk away, man, it’s an antique
Your laptop is a month old? Well that’s great
If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight
My digital media is write-protected
Every file inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operating system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed ’em
While your computer’s crashin’, mine’s multitaskin’
It does all my work without me even askin’
Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide
I believe that your says “Etch-A-Sketch” on the side
In a 32-bit world, you’re a 2-bit user
You’ve got your own newsgroup, alt.total-loser
Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax
Where’d you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?
Play me online? Well, you know that I’ll beat you
If I ever meet you I’ll control-alt-delete you
What? What? What? What? What?

It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (it’s all about the Pentiums, baby)

Now, what y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
Nive to five, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?
What?

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sean Combs/Kimberly Jones/David Styles/Sean Jacobs/Jason Phillips/Christopher Wallace/Terry M. Etlinger/Linda Laurie/Deric Angelettie/Weird Al Yancovic
It’s All About the Pentiums lyrics © Unichappell Music Inc., Justin Combs Publishing Company Inc., Chappell & Co. Inc., Big Poppa Music, Sa-vette Music, Undeas Music, Jae’wons Publishing, Paniro’s Publishing, Deric Angelettie Music Inc., Notorious Kim Music, Sheek Louchion Publishing, My Baby’s Music Co

Now that’s saying a mouthful!

Thanks to all you weirdos for coming back each week! I hope to see you next time for more Weird Al Wednesday fun!

And remember what I like to say …. it’s good to laugh!

That’s all she wrote. See you on the flip side. 😎

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