Berikut adalah lirik lagu ‘Who’s That Girl?’ yang tampil pada bagian akhir episode 1 She-Hulk.
Ketika tulisan ini gue buat. Pastinya banyak dari kita yang sudah nonton episode pertama seri terbaru MCU, She-Hulk. Dan kalau menurut gue pribadi dari apa yang dilihat dari episode pertamanya, seri ini asyik kok.
Bagi gue unsur humor dan seriusnya masih seimbang. Dan yang gue suka tentunya adalah konsep pemecahan dinding keempat (breaking the 4th wall) seperti kedua film Deadpool dulu. Atau kalau mau lebih tuanya lagi adalah seperti film top 80an, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986).
Soundtrack Yang Keren dan Pas Banget
Dan tentunya aspek lainnya lagi yang membuat gue suka dengan episode pertamanya ini, adalah soundtrack-nya. Spesifiknya, yang diperdengarkan menjelang kredit akhir episode pertamanya.
Lagu yang kita dengar tersebut, adalah lagu ber-genre Hip-Hop berjudul ‘Who’s That Girl.’ Lagu ini rilis pada tahun 2001 dan merupakan lagu milik penyanyi Hip-Hop wanita top kala itu, Eve.
‘Who’s That Girl?’ Semenjak rilis hingga detik ini sangatlah booming. Gak ada yang kala itu, yang setidaknya sekali saja gak mendengar lagu ini. Nah berkat kepopulerannya ini pulalah, maka gak heran jika lagunya dipilih oleh Marvel sebagai soundtrack episode pertama She-Hulk.
Tapi selain kepopulerannya tersebut. Toh secara lirik dan tentunya judul lagunya. ‘Who’s That Girl?’ memang pas kok dengan tonal kisah dan situasi yang kita saksikan pada episode pertamanya tersebut.
Nah mungkin beberapa dari kalian setelah mendengarkan lagunya dalam episode tersebut. Kini, menjadi penasaran atau bahkan mendadak suka banget dengan lagunya. Alhasil, membuat kalian ingin ikutan nyanyi dan rap-in lagunya.
Well, kalau demikian langsung saja deh kamu nyanyi dan nge-rap lagunya ini melalui lirik lagu Who’s That Girl berikut ini.
Lirik Lagu Who’s That Girl
Yo, yo, yo They wanna know
Chorus:
Who's that girl? (La, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la) Who's that girl? (La, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la) Yo, yo Can I turn you on by my word spell Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash Wrist glist now, 'cause I make a gang of cash Light glance, still street with the doo-rag Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out Ain't changed game don't run me, I run the game If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change
Like simple, dizzy broads ain't f***in' with my mental Natural born hustlin' b*tch, check what I've been through Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms
*chorus*
Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me Huh, mad cause an image I don't care to be
Realness, real sh*t, spit reality Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life Breath of fresh air Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair
Why you listenin' to other sh*t? You go the best here Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get left there Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my behavior Same way they get down I get down for this paper Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her Still need to know who I am, then cop the record Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson Bottom line my world, my way any questions
*chorus*
Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bit*h I'm a get this bank anyway that I do this shit I was born to shine while most of y'all was borderline bullsh*t Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless Dispose the flow through my hands like water Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter Eve want her own cash, f*ck what you bought her He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her So hardball is played, won't starve today Song after song I write so I get paid Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round
Now bit*h swallow it up, while I shove it down Make em love me over again and over your name Betcha they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me, I ain't to blame Back to plan be baby, I can feel your pain
*chorus*
