You should never argue wýth a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now (you oughta know by) you can pay
You should never argue wýth a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi
Is that all you get for your money?
[Hook:]
You should never argue with a
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na you oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
You oughta knowwwww-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
You na never argue with a crazy na-na-na-na-na-na
You oughta know by now
You should never argue widdo doo-doo-da-da-da-da
Okay! Okay!
[Kool AD:]
Chasing venture paper, like what Twitter get
Sick of arguing with white dudes on the internet
When I'm gassed on my own black pass, like how a wigger get
I like to slow it down with a marijuana cigarette
Occasionally with powders in it
Yes talcum fresh
Yeah good hair
You could say I'm Malcolm-esque
Like the tresses like the dresses flowy and sexy
Spin-off, blow up, Joanie and Chechny
Yeah I rocked him to his Georgia Dome
Caucasian wars cream topical like cortisone
Leave a message on my phone
I'm only sort of home
The rest of me is in sort of in the zone where the Dodos roam
They're all up on the tube no protozome
Hacksaw, slack-jawed, like they short a chromosome
Leave your boy alone like Michael Latoya Holmes
A rich interior world's a joy to own, cause
[Hook]
[Heems:]
I get around like a vinyl
All sales final, Lionel Richie
I'm so gangsta, prissy
Chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Yet me people seem to let me
Get away with wildin' like I won an Emmy
Grammy, Tony, Oscar, rasta impostors
Mangos, Trinidad attorneys
Burning S.N.S. Herning, learning cultures
Culture vultures' sculptures, nature nurture
Public freak-outs, if you got a problem, find me, speak out, speak out
Dead in the middle of little Idli, Sambar, Dosa
Told ya, find me blowing dolga [?]
No more smoking doja
You should know now
Know how I do what I do
[Hook:]
(Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn
[Kool AD:]
Brown Elvis - I can't help it
Brown Larry Bird, y'all, the '97 Celtics
All brown everything, better than you've ever seen
Never have you ever seen anything like it
Do you like it?
Oh, I think you like it
Maybe you should buy it
You should probably buy it
I swear I sell like West sell
Sell like sex sell
Smell like sex smell
I swear I go like cars go
Move like cargo, so retardo
Always move forward, never sleep like a shark, bro
Always with my people like Yarborough, y'all blow
[Hook]
[Heems:]
Well, who's that brown downtown like Julie
Mixed-race British chicks let me in their Gucci
Like, "who he? "
Heems? Yeah, he a'ight, though
Ball like Michael, life's vicious cycle
Chickety-chaco, the chocolate chicken
Half Choco Taco, quarter Chippewa Indian
Black Tintin, Jewish Mel Gibson
Kool AD juice man stab it like Simpson
What can brown do for you?
What has brown done for me lately?
[Hook]
[Heems:]
Now some, may I say, call me Heems
The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Cream
The truth like Bruce, yes, Baker and Clapton
Cruisin' down the block, I'm riding shotty in a Magnum
Internet celebrity like Dallas Penn and Rafi
Person of color, you can't see me, copy?
Murder the beat, yes, instrumental Nazi
Papi, smoke that shit that come from poppy seeds
This is Greedhead
E-N-T-E-R-T-A-I-N-M-E-N-T
Mpc, mp3,
So your PC or M-A-C
(Yeah, that's a Macbook.)
What can brown do for you?
What has brown done for me lately?
[Hook]
We're in heaven
At least I think so, I really think so
There's nothing really to get mad at
It's nothing, really, no, it's really no problem!
[Kool AD]
Everything overstood, overseen
Big only those bold enough to dream big seem big
Stack big, act big, Mac sauce
Sticky icky, Jack Frost
Tricky dicky, blast off
Vicky-Vicky Vazquez
Ask this kid no questions
All kids kiss, no weapon, Smith and Wesson
Wesleyan, no lessons learned
Confession burn
You make me wanna, you remind me of
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Don't get it? Don't sweat it, just let it go
It's better with no Geppetto, though
[Hook]
[Heems]
It's really Heems, and I'm rapping with my friends
People all happy cause it's happening again
Comin' to our shows and clapping again and again
Thank you, my friends
I'm ill, people really love me
I'm wack, yo, people think I'm ugly
I'm ill, $500 for the boots
I'm wack, I never tell the truth
[Hook: Das Racist] x2
Peep the architecture, think about your father
Peep the father figures, take a lot of pictures
It lasts longer
But what lasts longer than that? The actual
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
Game supernatural wigi
The kid too clean, squeaky
Windshield squeegee, see me?
Y'all think it's joke, joke, hehe
But it's inevitable
Like, dagger in a bro pee-pee
Spoke freely to see how the folks feel me
I don't even know the real me
So what makes you think you know the deal, b, feel me?
I'm not really concerned with the concerns
Of the people who can't even discern my concerns
I turn my concerns into words
I could earn a couple curds and whey with
Told I got a way with words
But it doesn't take much, I just say shit
Half my ancestors was stuck on a slave ship
The plan was, rob every label with the same clip
I know it sounds basic to some
But what's basic to some, to some others is actual
Peep the factual, professional sabbatical taker
I'm a Laker, a cake-baker, a money-maker
A funny-joker, a dummy-smoker
A global village idiot, killin' it
Tell me if you feelin' it
[Hook]
Peep the architecture, think about your father
Peep the father figures, take a lot of pictures
It lasts longer
But what lasts longer than that? The actual
[Verse 2: Heems]
Yo, think about your momma
Think about the drama
Think about the llamas
Think about the commas
That's the pause, the silence
The cause of violence
And in Queens, the kids ain't sippin' lean
They fiend, forever wean from a bag that's plasticine
And pass the green and stack the cream
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera
Cash rule everything around everyone
Plenty guns, anyone could become anyone
Heem is special, get ahead with the rhyme
And put his pants on two legs at a time
At the bodega they play la mega Cormega
Everyone's spanish like Vega
New York is a hell of a town
[Hook: Das Racist/Talib Kweli] x2
Peep the architecture, think about your father
Peep the father figures, take a lot of pictures
It lasts longer
But what lasts longer than that? The actual
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yo, abra kadabra magical, respect, unilateral
Universal magnetic, automatically attractin' you
These rapper dudes, mad are emotional or irrational
Use it motivation, they convergin' on the capital
International travel, unfurl and unravel my flag
I put it down year-round, check the calendar
The places I've never been I'm tryin' to get to
God the pilot, I'm the passenger
Whip it through the African diaspora
Followin' navigation like nations to a degree
Like a doctor or when I'm rockin', the education is key
Swallowin' medications like patients to a degree
Like a doctor give remedies, except the doctor is me
Uppers and downers help us to cope with the stuff around us
To drown us and get to livin' from over and under counters
I'm overdosin' on life, rollin' in the natural black
Shut up, already, damn
Billy five boroughs
Henry David Thoreau
Something like a street chic Philippe Candeloro
They can't hold a candle to my triple Salchow
Wow, Dow, Jonestown
Massacre, Ow, Blaow, Blaow, Pow, Pow
Like, what we gon' do now?
More than two clowns, two brown man
Likkle yute [?] like the fountain
Where the sound man?
Get down, clan
Sit down, man
Sit, sit, sit down, man
Truth be told, you rappers shoulda quit it
Me, I'm gettin' head, yeah I'm something like a fitted
New Era, all written, smitten
Kittens purr for us, 'cause we bitchin'
Can't stand the heat?
Then get the fuck out the kitchen
Shut up, shut up, dude
Shut up, shut up, dude
Yo on a pie like Reddi Wip
Just watched The Last Dragon, like Freddie did
The [?] of this rap shit
Guns like the body of human truth of moving proof
Cliff Notes for uncouth schooly unruly youth
Google the groovy truth and go back to your hootie-hoo
Tootsie rolls, stanky legs, booty-dos
Gringita no lo entienda, but her coochie do
Coochie-coo, smoocheroo
Twenty-three skidoo, where is the didgeridoo?
Aboriginal flavor packet in pocket of the raider jacket, soviet issue
Potato basket, sadomasochistic, lipstick thespian
Jada Pinkett Smith versus Wesleyan
Wealthy friends, failed Marxists, stale heartless
Hailed artists, frail, sensitive, pale sales targets
Shut up, shut up, dude
Shut up, shut up, dude
Body language like you nervous
Me, I'm burnin' Ls son, Pervis
Fat man make joke like Gervais
Ricky, but more than joke, purpose
Itchy and Scratchy over tala [?] fish chakra [?]
Sriracha hot pasta sauce, pop rock
Bottle pop, Dayquil, Nyquil, cable, Bible, Tae Bo
Paco Ignacio nacho supreme
Bald like eagles
Style like [?]
Equal, [?] beaucoup for new you
Rap's audible, laudable, more than plausible, your raps is pauseable
Reverse King Midas, capital monetizes me
Anthropology (Anthropologie?) couldn't analyze my pottery
All the bloggers be like "This I gotta see
One of the late odds [?] great race oddities"
Shut up, shut up, dude
[Heems:]
Now shorty said I look like Carlos Mencia
Like Carlos Mencia?
Fuck Carlos Mencia
I said take notice, and ma please focus
I look like him, but mixed with George Lopez
Shorty said I look like Mario Lopez
With no lats, and no traps and no pecs
And no abs
Shorty said I look like Cro-mag
No man, that's a cave man
She told me I was racist at the rave, man
[Kool AD:]
Yeah shorty said I look like a Cro-mag too, man
She said I'm half Rasta, half pasta, no Ragu, man
Shorty said I look like Slash with no hat on
She asked if I had a spot where we could get our smash on
Shorty said I look like Devendra Banhart
Shorty said I look like that dude from Japan's art
You know the dude that did the Kanye album covers
Shorty said I look just like Egyptian Lover
[Heems:]
Yeah, we was kicking it
I said "You chillin, ma? "
Shorty said I look like a chubby Jake Gyllenhaal
I said, this ain't "Brokeback"
And I'm a broke mack
Type so hard, I'm now typing on a broke Mac
Book Air, well girl you look here
I look real fly
And we fly high
I'm like the Latino cop on CSI-I-I
[Kool AD:]
Shorty said I look like the guy
Who did that song "La Bamba"
What was his name? Ay-carumba!
I don't even know, shorty wanna do the rumba
I said that was dumb, thu
Wait, shorty said I look like Osama
Plus Obama, minus the drama
Shorty wanna meet my momma
Shorty said I look real calm
And maybe I got good karma
[Heems:]
Shorty said I look like Aditya Pancholi, Chunky Pandey or Deepak Tijori
Maybe John Abraham or Shahrukh Khan
Amitabh Bachchan, Salman Khan
Amir Khan, Kader Khan
Genghis Khan or Irrfan Khan
[Kool AD:]
I just wanna eloheinu all night long
Shorty said I look like the dude from the Passion of the Christ
Jesus Christ
Shorty said I smell like beans and rice
Shorty said I look like the dude from the Passion of the Christ
Yeah, shorty said it twice
Shorty said I was nice
Yeah, shorty bit my ear like Mike Tyse
Shorty said I look like Bob Weisz
Shorty said I look like Swizz Beats but like
Minus the ice
Shorty said I'm nice, yeah shorty said it twice
[Heems:]
Shorty said I look like Shaun Bridgmohan
I said maybe I might just look like just Mohan
Broham, or maybe Rohan
Shorty said the ninja that she with ain't this
And shorty said I act like a gay David Banner on acid
Shorty said I look like I work in a garage
Shorty said I'm Turtle from Entourage
And she looks like Sloan
And when we bone
Shorty don't say much, shorty just moan
And that's cause I'm a freak, yo
Shorty said I look like Richard Grieco
[Kool AD:]
Grieco or Greco?
Shorty said I look like Art Deco
Shorty said I look like the gecko from the Geico commercials
Plus the caveman too, she hurt me
[Heems:]
She hurt you too?
[Kool AD:]
She hurt a lot of fools
Oh my god she did a lot to a lot of fools
Shorty said I look like the dude who cuts her roses
She forgets his name but she supposes it was Moses
Wait, Moises?
Shorty asked why all the boys-es from all those places have such strange names and faces
I told her das racist
I told her das racist
I told her das racist
I told her das racist
I told her das racist, she likes me cause I'm tasteless
I gave her bracelets and we hit it in her momma's basement
Adjacent to her gay sister's dark room
Shorty says I look like a cartoon
[Kool AD]
Michael Douglas, a million dollars!
Twin Towers, golden showers
Joan Sasso, Abigail Vazquez
Shout to Salome, shout out to fascists
Shouts to Alpha Dog, Leonardo DiCaprio in Catch Me If You Can
Shouts to white rappers, black astronauts
Only two questions you should ask, allow one
"Who's the kid?"
Both times he answers the name Kool AD
That's my rap name, slave name's Asskick
Mom ___ pretty in the brain game
Sandwich brown-baggin' it
[Hook]
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
BLAOW!
Bidi bidi bidi bamba
[Heems]
Catch me in the cool places doing fun things
I'mma quit rapping soon
"Get your fun in!"
Get a little guap, other ways to get funds in"
Get all my scream, extreme Edvard Munch shit
No matter what I do, I'mma eat it up, luncheons
Celine Dion with a booty, now, I'm back in Bundchens
This house we eat good food, that's dumplings
Everyone that meet me think that I'm something, whether it's a dumpling or
Something lead to run with
Flows with ___, he had to run things
It's nothing, I do this cause it's easy
It plays well, pumpkin
Be a little fun fling, but it's getting kinda boring
I am too awesome
I am the walrus
[Kool AD]
Yeah, I'm the walrus too, dude
Couldn't walk a mile in my walrus shoes, dude, true?
Yes, I'm the fuckin' best!
Best rapper alive, I swear to God, man
Bad as I wanna be, Rodman
Move a little, watch the guap in a pop, man
Get it in, get it out, Ock Man
See me in Miami, 20 Cubans in a Dodge van
Do it for a large fam to (?)
Said it before, I don't care, I'mma starve, man
David Bowie Starman
John Comforter — oh, fuck, I didn't know how to say John Carpenter —
Starman!
Seminal works, Dodge Sarman
[Verse 1]
White devils like it
I'm drinking coffee brought to me
By white devils' sidekicks
They askin' if we like to get higher
Like they hired him
The fire and brimstone is known
To be composed of desire never twice lived
The metal might miss, but the beveled edge
Of the mind can provide tricks
To bring the light to the likes of whites and black kids
As well, it's like magic, I'm not your average
Negro please, I know I'm an idiot
But I got a stick and I'mma use it a little bit
I'm not too sure if I should clue in the little kids
Or if I'm too clueless to move with the bigger fish
Why it gotta be those too and not some other shit
Take me to the mothership
Hate me I'm a?
I'm Lady Gaga, I'm a fag, I'm a lesbian
See me playin' bass in jam bands up at Wesleyan
See me at a poetry slam in like '97
Singing classic numbers by Otis Redding
Totally shredding
Hoping you get it, yeah
[Hook x2]
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no
[Verse 2]
What good is this Cashmere
If they're still dying in Kashmir
Kushmir
There was homes, now there's just dust there
Next year, same as this year
I'll rough ya
Live in much fear, stay inside after dust here
Brush tears from eyelids
Peep violence
And these people is dyin'
I'm wildin'
Old Irk said they wanna move back
But they ain't got enough funds to do that
Back in 1980, from Philly to Queens
She had a pocket full of lint, he had a suitcase full of dreams
From holdin' me to bagging groceries at the Path Mart
To scoldin' me for drinking and driving in fast cars
Juvenile shit
I ain't really tryin' to rap about
I don't remember from b-b-ba b-blackin' out
These days, I'm mostly focused on my bank account
I ain't backin' out until I own a bank to brag about
A local institution, life of the party
With him and at him, brown Chris Farley
Call up? VJ from?
Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
Reticent to let them in
Hesitant better when
An elegant let 'em ins
Another fresh shit, to distract you
[Kool A.D.:]
I'm at the White Castle
(I don't see you here, dog!)
Tiny ass hamburgers
Tiny ass cheeseburgers
Tiny ass chicken sandwiches
It's outlandish, kid
Ma trying to speak to the kid
In Spanish, kid
Like "Que tu quieres? "
I'm like, "Where is the bathroom?
I hella gotta piss, where's the bathroom? "
Ask whom the bell tolls for
Where they get this place, from the hellhole store?
[Heems:]
Yo I'm in the building, building with Belding
Ask for whom the bell rings
Something like a neo-rap Zack Attack
Finna spark an L and have myself a Big Mac Attack
Known to rock the flyest shit and eat the best pizza
Charge that shit to Mastercard, already owe Visa
Catch me drinking lean in Italy like I was Pisa
We could eat the flyest cave-aged cheese for sheez, ma
[Kool A.D.:]
Yeah, we could eat Gruyère
As if we care
We could eat Roquefort
Or we could just kick it like Rockports
In the periphery of Little Sicily little did she know I'm tickling boo she so giggly
Catch me solving mysteries like Wikipedia Brown
It's the future get down
We make a sound even if nobody's around
[Heems:]
Like a tree or the tears of a clown
Yo, I'm afraid of clowns, I'm afraid of small towns
Positive energy, something like I'm afraid of all frowns
Catch me at the crib getting light to Jeff Mangum
It's fun to do bad things like rhyme about handguns
If any problem pop off
I'll Joe Pesci any fool while drinking that Popov
That's cause I'm a Goodfella
Stay up out the hood hella much now
But punch clowns if they touch down
While I'm eating lunch now
While I'm eating a burger
Metaphysical spiritual lyrical murder
[Kool A.D.:]
The I'll '96 manifestible third eye
Abstract backpack vegan skateboards etc
Rap hella much in a busted ass Jetta with Coretta Scott King
Rap bridge on a duet with T-Pain and Stephen Hawking
I'm not joking, stop jocking, stop talking
Shut up, hush up
Please, shut the fuck up
Shut up, dude, shut up
Das Racist is the new Kool G Rap
Peep us at the Grammies
We'd like to thank G-chat
We'd like to thank weed rap
The best rapper is B Real
Jokes, it's us, come on, be real
Second Latin rapper to like the Beatles
But on the real yo they swearing I'm blacker than Cheadle
Like Don King playing Donkey Kong Country at his cousin's house
You don't even know what it's about
[Heems:]
This is panic attack rap
Eating four flapjacks
Trap raps, let em free, they always come back to me
The internet told me that that's called love
I'm on the internet cause I'm an internet thug
Himanshu
Yes I'm in control, man
Pos vibe emanator
Yes I got my Soul Tan
Soul Shine
Soul Glow
So so Po-Mo
Catch me on the South Side
Kicking it with Shlomo
[Kool A.D.:]
Kicking it with Gary Soto
All the cholos saying "Mira el joto"
Just because I rock the second hand Versace
Wash me, watch me
The second hand couldn't even clock me
You couldn't see me like a Cuban playing hockey
Cracker in the chocolate, that's human Pocky
Papa look stocky, Mama look chalky
Me I look a little something like a young Shock G
Words come through me like I was a walkie-talkie
All I do is open up my mouth and just rock, see
You, you are not me
Me, I am possibly
Everything plus everything that is not me
Jokes, that is not T-R-U-E
Are you understanding everything, do you got me?
Catch me in the trees where it's shady like Lockheed Martin
Sparking in the shade of the trees in the park, B
Hark! the angels stay singing in the dark
Like the rainbow in the Ronnie James Dio joint
Hit it from the back court
Like it was a three point
I don't give a fuck, I'm a duck to a decoy
No trust them white face man like Geronimo
[Heems:]
Yes, yes, yes yes
More like a spiced-out Manmohan Singh
Or like a spiced-out I.K. Gujral
Like a spiced-out Bhagat Singh
Spice wars, crack wars
I love this song, shorty said
Queens Boulevard, Kierkegaard, hustle hard
Hustle bustle OMG, on my guard, oh my god
Vic came back with three pizzas, gave one to Dap
His stomach under-crowded, proud kid, young Samaritan
Fuck a George Harrison, embarrassin'
Sitars no comparison, looking garish
Hit it out the park, Roger Maris
Plus Shea Stadium, Flushing, Corona
Chop shop, Pop Rocks, My Sharona, ginkgo biloba
Hold up, slow up, blow up, pull-o-ver
Get Smart Again, it's a cardigan, play the race card again
And again, and again, drinks at Bennigan's
Where's Ralph Waldo, Ellison?
Person of color, ya'll can't see me
Shoot at you actors like a DP
Ernie Anastos, asbestos, apartments
Smarter in a Starter Jacket, custom compartments
Illuminati, in my mind soul and my body [pause]
Young Bobby, Digital, hobby, physical
That's amazing, that's amazing, that's amazing
Yo, yeah
That's amazing, that's racist, that's fake shit
That's space shit, that's vacant, that's complacent
That's plague shit, that's offensive
That's Tet Offensive, that's defenseless
That's holiday, Doc Holiday, keep the doc away
Sitting by the dock of the bay on yay
Kanye I'm a letchu finish
Helsinki, blinky blink, stinky stink, stanky stank
Frank-n-Dank, feelin hot yo, watchin Rosanna Scotto
Liz Cho, Sade Baderinwa, Sue Simmons
Mr. G, Mr. Me, Mr. Me Too
Who care who Muslim, who Hebrew?
He cool, he wack, back street, street back
Alley cat, rally that, Taliban, alley man
Minivan, van, hans, hands
Hold hands across America, Jesus on the cross
Paid the cost to see the boss
Scalpers got the money, no Rick Ross
Big boss, man, PaRappa the Rappa, in Napa Valley
Valley man, mountain man, fountain pen, count it man
Borders crossed, or it's all to Mars [?]
Order you out the country tomorrow, order yours
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Hazmat suit, Nasdaq suit
Pass that zoot, blast that truth, booth
Teens found slain, bang bang bang bang
Unfounded truth, brown kid, yuke
Brown kid, shoot, the township youth
Yeaaaaah
Shoot shoot, the township youth
Shoot shoot the township youth
Y'all didn't believe me, huh?
Okay
[Heems & Kool AD:]
Yeeaaaahh
Okay
Yeeaaaahhhh
Okay, Okay
[Kool AD:]
Okay
Heyo, that's amazing, blunt in your mouth talk
Silly struthers Sally Struthers, Gilmore Girls
Smothers Brothers at The Fillmore
Hand me that capo
Cup of my Snapple at Staples
Four flavor kettle corn
Heavy metal porno flick chicks with tattoos
Rollin up spliffs with Bambus
Damn dude
Whole load of Head and Shoulder shampoo
My Dominican friend finna stab you
Ask two questions, one: who da kid, two: who da kid
Both times the answer stay: Kool AD!
Ayyo, who is this though
The kid ran the fuck out the door
And never came back til' three weeks later
In the same black t-shirt
Stayed yakked til his teeth hurt
Coughing up blood like
"Nah, nah don't worry bout it"
Roll up in a silver Hyundai and scurry up out it
Niced out, no, riced out, drop like a ___ with a tail fin
Boo in the back looking like a young Sarah Palin
But yo pass the Craisins
A young couple of gods in the castle stay blazin'
Watching Tavis Smiley, writing emails to Richard Grabel
White Owl, Cacique, and Sprite on the table
Seven channels no cable
EMI hollerin hoping that the publishing
Go up like NASDAQ
Don't even remember if I'm BMI or ASCAP
Maybe I'm past that, I think I'm past that
No I'm not past rap, well maybe I'm past rap
Finna be past that
Finna be a mathemagician now
Hocus pocus, with the dope sick Vanna White with no tits
And a banana light cream soda, coca cola
Ringtone, ringtone, Motorola
Sammy Sosa skin cream, Michael Jackson disease
[Kool AD:]
Thirty-one inch inseam, attractive mac and cheese
Lamping in Jeruse, with the Maccabees
Checks from Bard College cashed at Pay-o-Matic
On Broadway, pass the yayo magic, static
On the 27-inch Zenith, believe it
Cheeses, Cheese Puffs
Cheez Doodles, Cup o' Noodles, Slim Jims, Quarter Waters
Quarters, corners dodecahedrons
Demons, basting virgin orchids with their semen
Sunflower seeds, Van Gogh Gogh Gogh
Go in, Go-Go Gadget, Gauguin, Rodin, Ronin, Conan
Cocaine, Rogaine, woodgrains, fertilizer
Phantom Tollbooth hold you...
[Hima:]
... street meat, street heat, beat beat, eat beets
Beats street wild stopped while light up my life
Fruit Loops, Kix, raps that's kid-tested, mother approved
Rude, Rubik's Cube, Uncle Sam don't want you Himanshu
Heems, schemes, creams, screams
Screens, Queens, Beam, means
Justify ends, tens, Benz, cockblock my friends
Bends, Pablo Honey, money, Brown Bunny
Doug Funnie, dunny [?], crummy, dummy
Dumb me, green, yeah
Hindu Kush in my blood, push comes to shove
My pocket full of loud, yeah I got that Fran Drescher
I'm straight up out of Queens but ain't no Tech up on my dresser
Just a bunch of dusty books and a statue of Brahma
Nirvana, a big framed poster of?
Yeah I spit it great, mommy move it like a snake
We leaving the club like somebody called the Jakes
Eating Ritalin and steak
I'm in the middle of the cake
Of Little Italy, little idiots who think their shit is great
But it's wack
[Hook]
How many licks does it take to get to
The middle of the cake? Even if you're awake
If you're asleep, nutt if you fucked
Now we counting all the sheep
Now let me try it
Anything that don't match a brother's skin color or diet
Show promoters paying for rooms at the Hyatt
Firewater costs a lot of bread, but heads buy it
And keep the owner fed, keep the overhead
This sword of Damocles swings over the coldest
Holders of boulders and money folders
Who sold the bread to hungry buyers at high markup
But money is money is money
[Hook]
Is white devil sophistry
Urban Dictionary is for demons with college degrees
Google Ad technology is artificial karma, B
Rick Ross on the radio at the pharmacy
"If I die today, remember me like Guru Dutt
By anyone, tweet about it forget about it
And then don't give a fuck. I'm feeling weird, I'm up in a rut
I don't want to deal with those monsters
I don't want to deal with those monsters
I don't want to deal with those monsters
[Verse 1: Heems]
All the muchachas call me Big Poppa
Me, I throw pesos they way
Like hey diddle diddle, got a fiddle in the middle
Of the banner now that's USA
That ain't my band
We ain't no Zac Brown
Haters need to shut up, log off, back down
Internet whine like Grigio or caps off
Fans all greet me with kudos and hats off
I don't want to deal with those monsters
I don't want to deal with those monsters
I don't want to deal with those monsters
[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]
Browns all bellow hi hello
Tim Meadows
Melello like jello
Rafael, Dala, bujello [?]
Fake muslims white devils
Hello hello hello
Hello hell no hell no
Smell no evil
Evil people people people
Please save the air, save the trees
Whoever holds the cheese holds the keys
Vice v's
See me, I ain't got to spell, you don't gotta read me
Get the R. Kelly tape - watch how I pee
I don't want to deal with those monsters
I don't want to deal with those monsters
I don't want to deal with those monsters
[Verse 3: Heems]
What's really Indian?
I don't feel American
That's probably why I be mixing up the medicine
Somehow the spice game
Remind me of the crack game
Remind me of the rap game
Remind me of Mack Maine
[Verse 4: Kool A.D.]
Chanel Coco
So close to me like K.C. & Jojo
Mami only fuck with FroYo PinkBerry Blackberry
Stat very moto [?] mucho mucha cherry kambucha
Aye chihuahua chalupa ah hooha
I don't want to deal with those monsters
I don't want to deal with those monsters
[Hima and Kool AD:]
Yeah yeah yeah
Na na
Yes yes
No no
Alright
[Hima Don Dada:]
Me and Maya Angelou
Playing double dutch
She got a bubble butt
Said I like you too
Then we smoked two dutch
That's a double dutch my dude
I really like her views, yes
You could say
Angelou's my muse
Skinny jeans
Fat wallets
Chakras from papa
I'm in Maracaibo
Vic is in Caracas
He Cuban, movin'
Eatin' a Cuban sandwich
I'm pukin'
Tryin' to write some rap tracks in Sanscript
Now I'm in Vioco [?]
With yoke by the boatload
Head tight
Egg whites
Red lights, go though
MOMA [?]
Mama
Thrown off the train
General Dyer
Blown off the brain
Gats in the camera
Cats in the bama
Throw out the lame
Step up the game
Cash in the Jansport
Brass in my hand ma
So cra- cra- man
So insane
E.B. DuBois
We be
Da boys
Easy
Make noise
Greezy
Buff toys
Play with
Plush toys
Girls
Plus boys
Plus pies
Plus lies
Plus size model
Minority
No Dinesh D'souza
Missus
Seniority
More Lollapolooza
More like from Fallujah
So holla at your loser
John Philip Sousa
Uses and abuses
[Kool AD:]
Catch me at the mall with a manual jaw
DR caching tags in a BR stall wall
Listening to Paul Wall
All ya'll so stupid
Catch me in a van full of Pakis getting lupid
Listening to Cupid
112 you too
Hutus with shoot shoots bigger than bowow
Blaw blaw blaw etc
Blaw blaw blaw etc
Blaw blaw blaw
Yeah
Looks who's talking now dog
Me god
Stay hugging trees till I see
God ghost and Jeezy
That's three in a pea pod
When I die my seeds will be I'll like U-God me god woo ha
Catch me on the seesaw with mommy she a libra
She don't like rap we at her crib watching Yee Ha
Shouting yee ha gee gosh Hima
Amitav Ghosh is your papa right?
Catch me in an antique land getting my chakras right
Catch me getting light in Caracas
Playing maracas
Aight?
Blaka blaka blaka
Blaka blaka blaka
Aight?
Blaka blaka blaka
A million here
A million there
Tougher than Ethiopian warfare
Mohair coats from the goat's back
Cocaine blunts we smoke that
Kodak moments
Eating donuts
Listening to coke rap
Listening to joke rap
Listening to donuts
Listening to grown-ups
Listening to Camus
Listening to Cam too watching shampoo
Washing my hair with shampoo
And conditioner
Rock like Christopher
Give it a second or even a second listen or a third
What's really word
What's really word
[Intro]
Yeah... ah... oh, shit!
Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
Get that guap, get that money
Meathead, street cred
Weed edge, Greedhead
[Kool AD]
Young child's Ponzi
Waka Flocka Fonzie
Sippin' Dom P, don glassage on Africa
Buddhist suit, they write down my Agatha Christie mysteries
Officer Rick Ross, gold chain Mr. T's
Open every cell without a cuss(?) selling Acuras, it's a commercial
Room full of Draculas, big commercial
Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy bank of more, much more?
Paid for Rushmore, Larry Johnson, Fred the Godson
Terry ___, ___, Dodge Durango
Rango, Johnny Depp and Eric Bay reppin' it
Alameda, don't step in it
Used to stay there, now I stay where young Icarus went to daycare
Hey, there! All you little kids better play fair!
[Heems]
Yo, yo, this shit is too much, kid!
One day I'll roll up and be like "What up, kid?
I'm fitter, happier, more productive!"
Until then I lay home and bump this "Loveless"
Yeah, that's My Bloody Valentine
Forty — cracker, don't call it My Bloody Valentine
Call it my bloody country club
Hindu thuggee come from blood
Won't stop yellin' 'til I'm comfortable
Tumblr full, wonderful
Keep it 100, I'mma die, like, 10 times
Be the first to run if I hear some lead fly
Same by the Bed-Stuy(?)
Stack chips with the Vegas
I'll kill 'em with the –
I'll kill 'em with the –
[Outro -- repeat and fade out]
Hello, yes, it's happy rappy!
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
You don't got to give me no instructions, baby
You know what I wanna do
You don't really got to tell me nothing, girl
Whatever you say is probably true
Sometimes I can't decide whether I believe that we move fast
Or time moves slow
But I like it, though
To me I'm just me, whatever that may be
And I know that you're just you
So let's do what we came to do
[Hook: Kool A.D.]
And I know and I know and I know what we came to do
And I'm pretty sure that you do, too
[X4]
[Verse 2: Heems]
Girl – you're really cool
Smart – that's good at school
Pretty – you're beautiful
And I heard you got a pool
Plus your hair smell nice
Just like Newports, that's my type
My fingers crossed
The small in your back
My head in your chest but I'm taller than that
Red on your dress as it falls down your back
Sess is the best, (?) on the Mac
Or Netflix, whatever your preference
Must address that I like the dresses
You wear when you taste the necklaces
Got, me, rest, less, kid, and my head on spin
Feeling weird
And strange
These days we (?) from Infinite Jest
Legs so long, that's an infinite dress
So there now is funny feelings?
I'll be over after some meetings
Let's go away for the weekend
(?) fall out, I ain't been sleeping
Figured fleeing, but into being
We could feel things, this the real thing
What's the real thing?
Race for creeping
To get to chiefing
I'm into seeing you
Like all of the time
Inside jokes in all of my rhymes
More dime than all of the dimes
Runnin' round like all of my mind
Let's get sweaty like (?) wanna do
Whatchu wanna do?
I know what I wanna do
[Hook: Kool A.D.]
And I know and I know and I know what we came to do
And I'm pretty sure that you do, too
Yo, got the fake patois
KRS One did a fake patois
Miss Cleo got a fake patois
Even Jay-Z did a fake patois
Bad Brains had a fake patois
My man Snow had a fake patois
Even Jim Carrey fuck with the patois
So you know he come through with the fake patois
Patois, got the fake patois
You come through with the fake patois
Patois patois patois
Fake, fake patois
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan?
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan?
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan?
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan?
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
Ya not gwan speak patois
Me gwan talk the fake patois
Everyone I listen to, fake patois
Snow from Toronto, fake patois
Original rudeboy
Original rudeboy
Shabba Ranks
Cutty Ranks
Your M.O. is mo', me say no thanks
Shabba Ranks
Cutty Ranks
Your M.O. is mo'
Yeah, me right near the beach
Right near my reach is the fire for the streets
Yeah, and now me can't read
Baldhead teef me book and now me can't speak
Yeah, fake patois
Is fake patois
Fake patois
All the sudden had a fake patois
Even Busta Rhymes kinda sound patois
Maybe just enjoy it, make it look patois
When he speak, he just speak, but to me patois
The way he did do the patois
With the leaders of the new, but it's sure (?)
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan?
What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan?
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby
Fake patois, fake patois
Yeah, the boy a murderer
Here come the hotstepper with fire 'pon ya
Yeah, we nah play games
It's fake patois, winner take names
If the feds test me, me gwan take aim
Crunch like Nestle, snipe from the planes
Snipe like Wesley, punch like Hawaiian
Snipe from the planes, yeah we shoot while we flyin'
This fake patois
This fake patois
Yeah, la-la la-la la la, la la, la, la la, la la
[Heems:]
I'm from Queens, man
Ain't shit to do but cook
Watching Tony Bourdain
Plus I copped his book
Plus I copped his look
That means T-shirts and jeans
Catch me in my borough chasing breezes with queens
Squeezes with dreams
Do you? I'm a do me
Catch me in my borough burning L's reading Rumi
Flipping pies, reading fries
I'm advising kabhir smoking hash
Making cash, spinning Sufis
Drinking beer, 40 kufi rock a sheer
Sporting Uzis in the clear
Drinking beer, drinking beer, probably drinking some more beer
[Kool AD:]
Yeah, beers for years
Chucking Shaka Zulu types
Spears for years
Jakaya Kikwete
"Machete, machete! "
Ek shaneesh, Cheech
Eddie Said speaks, sheesh
(Yeah, that's what Ed said)
People always follow like Deadheads
Swallowing red meds
Swallowing blues, too
Various hues, dude
Downtown Brown like Yoo-Hoo
Watch it like YouTube
Watch it like YouTube
Watch it like YouTube
Watch it like YouTube
Whites and pinks
Tyson and Spinks
Yeah, whites and pinks
Yeah, Fazul Abdullah Mohammed
I am a pickup truck, I am America
I am America, I am a pickup truck
I am American, I am America
La la la la la la la la la la
[Heems:]
Good vibes PMA
Yeah, believe that
Listening to Three Stacks, reading Gaya Spivak
Listening to KMD and feeling weird about Naipaul
Fly or style warz, war style warsaw
Listening to jams with they pops about dem bhati boys
Listening to Can while I'm reading Arundhati Roy
Yeah, yeah, my pops drove a cab home
Now I drop guap just to bop in the cab, homes
This is Sam Selvon
Llamas, comas
Catch me watching hella telenovela dramas
With dizzying effects and bright colors
Roll around town with a bright crew of brothers
Everyone knows Guantanamo is for lovers
Next four joints could be Television covers
Some Richard Hell Rell shit, yeah, I'm real confused
Oh, you rap too, dude?
Yeah, I'm real enthused
La la la la la la la la la la
[Kool AD:]
I feel pretty
I feel pretty pretty
I feel pretty silly
I feel pretty weird, really
I feel better now
Coogi sweater now
Gucci sweater now
Coochie wetter now
Who you calling a dandy?
Our love is like candy
The rich pour brandy
What do the poor pour?
Why we at the candy store for?
Why we at the Mandy Moore tour?
Band du jour or brand du jour
Or the land before time
The wartime Andy Warhol, the war crime
Nancy Drew, nancy who?
Nancy Reagan in a fancy pants suit
Dancing bear in cahoots with the man who shot ya
Who shot ya?
Who shot ya?
Who shot ya?
Who shot you?
Who shot you?
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
No Boho, catch me up in SoHo
Dressed like a hobo, get fo' hoes and close to no clothes
But cocoa, fo'sho', though. "Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, "
Kool A. Deezy like, "Easy, no photos."
Kool-aid dizzy like Drizzy, man, like
"He ain't coppin' that, is he, man? " No, no
No, he isn't, though record companies hoard the guap (damn)
Kid's up in magazines and can't even afford to cop
Can't even afford to shop. So, I can't afford to stop
Until I can afford a Ford or even a Rav4 for pops
No, a Volvo; I should probably do better than that
Hope to get a Gordon Gartrell sweater off cheddars from raps
I shoplifted Tao Lin's "Shoplifting from American Apparel, "
But I didn't get caught like Perry Farrell. Hot Strawberry, Dar (r) yl
Hanna-Barbera Burberry cologne on, looking for a skull to get my bone on
Phone on, phone is ringing. "Oh my god me no answer no private call
Me no think me canno scribe at all. need a heineken a line and a tylenol
And another line again, and another heineken."
All of the mendicants scam to sell the women cool water
Cool, I'll just bring 'em me. All up in the vatican, yo
[Verse 2: Heems]
Is it parody, comedy, novelty, or scholarly?
A little bit of column A, a little bit of column B
A little common projects, a little bit of wallabies
Probably. You can always find me where the challah be
Yeah, that's bread, that's cheese, that's big meats
Rita Ice [?] put Slim in her raps about Big Meech
Catch me on the Big Beach with a girl that dig me
Olive skin, short hair, she stay quotin' biggie
And listening to Grizzly, stay hatin Drizzy
We be gettin busy, she tell me that she miss' me
Some girls want to kiss me and others want to diss me
Call me mister "Damn, he ain't tweetin that is he? "
Boots true Eccos, too. His loose noogz, cuckoo
All these other rappers be rapping like poo-poo
Pee-pee, caca. Heem a Don Dada
You can try to comprehend it, dog, why bother?
Taliban Chic, I'm a Taliban Freak
Mister tally man told me I'm bananas last week
Went from broke to makin', like, a stack a day
Kobe beef burger to Sushiya Japan, eh
Went from public school cafeteria food melees
To fresh prosciutto shipped in to-day from San Daniele
A Young Pelé. You rock jeans from Pepe
Big microphone hippie. Hit New Dilly, really
Me mind 'pon me melanin, melanin 'pon me mind
Russell Crowe flow, that's hustle plus grind
Grind
Grind
Grind
[Heems:]
This is some technique rap
It could be some stoner rap
Tried it a party and it was my thing
Paranoid, self-conscious, this is my thing
Greedheads and weed heads
Self-anointed street cred
Emaciated fools look at us and know that we fed
Weed edge
It ain't a hobby, dude, it's a lifestyle
Rap songs about weed, yo that's tight wild
Goo so green, it look like nickelodeon gak
I'm in a Cineplex Odeon burning in the back
Listening to Burning Spear
Taking trips to Burning Man
Told my dude I'd call him back when I'm done with burning, man
Burnt after reading the script for Burn After Reading
You say it's addictive, I say that's misleading
Lampin the basement, lamps for cross-breeding
Got a day job, I'll dirt, water, and feed them
Afgooey? My uncle's an Afghan
Light-skinned Hindu, dude, a real man's man
Yeah he grow that gan-gan
Right next to the poppies
Papi, I caught a whiff quick and tried to cop me
Uncloneable shit, that mean you can't copy
Then I broke bread, ate my lamb mad sloppily
Eyes slanted cause of Afghan goo
Afghan Goo for Himanshu
Afgooey
Oowee oowee oowee
Oowee oowee oowee
Oowee oowee oowee oowee
[Kool AD:]
Afgooey
Oowee oowee oowee
Was finna go out then I watched two movies
Now I'm... feelin pretty groovy
Probably finna get a snack like Scooby
Woooowww
This is silly dumb shit
Was it really one hit?
Now my mouth drier than a nun's tit
Aw duggunit
Those two zooted motherfuckers gone done it
Afgooey
Oowee oowee owee
Sticky icky icky
Vicky Vicky Vicky
V-A-Z-Q-U-E-Z, believe me
I make these stupid ass raps look easy
Yeahhhh
Weed marijuana cannabis pot
I like to smoke pot
Cheeba weed
Oh wait, I already said weed
Shoutout to my girl Marisol, she love weed
Alright see you guys laaater
And I'm out
[Pitch shifted:]
Heyyo we're havin a piece
[Kool AD & pitch-shifted voice:]
PEACE!
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I need to take you down to Coochie Dip City
What up, girl? How are you you you?
I know a couple things that we probably oughta do
Let's take a trip to Coochie Dip dip dip
When I dip you dip, we dip dip dip dip dip
When I'm hip you hip, we hip hip hip hip hooray
You the shit, I'm the shit, we the shit shit shit shit
You look real nice to me me me me
Coochie Dip is the place I'd like to be be be be
Milk in my coffee, cinnamon baked buns
Hard to read like Finnegan's Wake, done done done
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
She's a birthday candle
She's on fire, she's on cake, son son
You're Prada bag and a fake one one one
Listening to Drake and Raekwon
She gets me here and right here like A-1
Hey, Tanika nice to meet ya ya you you
I would like to freak ya, yea you freak you
I got [?]
And I ain't got no bedbugs on my mattress
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
I want to take you down to Coochie Dip City
[Intro:]
I'm at the Pizza Hut (What?)
I'm at the Taco Bell (What?)
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
[Verse 1:]
I'm at the Pizza Hut. (What?)
I'm at the Taco Bell (Naw)
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
Wait... we're at the Pizza Hut (What?)
We're at the Taco Bell (What?)
We're at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
We at the Pizza Hut (No...)
We at the Pizza Hut. (No...)
We at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
[Interlude]
[Verse 2:]
I'm at the Pizza Hut (What?)
I'm at the Taco Bell (What?)
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
Wait a minute... I've got that taco smell
That pescado smell
I've got a lot of smells
I've rolled a lot of Ls
I'm at that Pizza Hut (Okay?)
I've got that pizza gut (Uh)
I've got that pizza butt. (No)
I'm at the Pizza Hut, ah... (Nah-ah)
And at the Taco Bell (Yeah?)
I'm at that Pizza Hut (Okay!)
I'm at that Taco Bell (Ha!)
That combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell!
Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell! (Taco Bell!)
Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell! (Pizza Hut!)
1, 2, 3, 4
[Interlude 2:]
Where you at?
I'm at that Pizza Hut (No...)
I'm at that Taco Bell (Really?)
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell
Okay, wait... I'm at the Pizza Hut! (No, you ain't!)
I'm at the Taco Bell! (No, I'm over here!)
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell! Where you at?
I don't see you!
I'm at the Pizza Hut!
I'm at the Taco Bell!
I don't see you!
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell!
Right here at the Pizza Hut on Jamaica Avenue!
Jamaica Avenue! Jamaica Avenue!
The combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell on Jamaica Avenue!
Jamaica Avenue! That's where I'm at! Where you at?
Yo, that's where I'm at? Where you at?
I don't see you here, dawg!
I'm at the Pizza Hut!
I'm at the Taco Bell!
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell!
I'm at the Pizza Hut!
I'm at the Taco Bell!
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell!
(One more time!)
I'm at the Pizza Hut! (One more time!)
I'm at the Taco Bell! (One more time!)
I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell! (One more time!)
[Kool AD:]
Barco, barcode, Library of Congress
Molto spinach, photo finish
Canon, cannon, shoot me out the cannon
Gum blaster, cut faster
Muevelo, muevelo, ven pa'ca
Oh my god, it's so hot
Andale, andale, epa, epa
Fastest rodent, check the components
Andale andale epa arriba
Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria
Ave Maria, Ave Maria
Cheese, bread, sauce, pizzeria
Carlos Santana, Juelz Santana
B-b-b-b-bananas, b-b-b-b-b-b-bananas
Young Money, Hannah Montana
Tony Montana, Sony brand cameras
Canon, cannon, shoot me out the cannon
Gum blaster, cut faster
Victor Vazquez no speaky Spanish
No speaky English, freak deaky speechless
People on the street eating chicken and meat
People eating pork with a knife and a fork
Yeah what's really good, what's really food, what's really good
Yeah what's really good, what's really foood, what's really goood
[Heems:]
Catch that guap, bridge that gap
Emerging markets we've got GATT
We've got McDonalds, we've got cash
We've got weapons, we stay strapped
We've got Bennetton, Nike
Louis Vuitton, we get hyphy
We've got space race, we are space race
Beats beating up kids always save face
Medicine, mmm science
Venison, mmm wylin'
Bridge that gap like we're goin' to an island
Hard times, hard crimes, we stay smilin'
We've got brown skin, we've got brown ends
We in towns man, we own towns man
People in the street eating chicken and meat
People eating bacon all across the nation
People eating bacon all across the nation
People in the street eating chicken and meat
People eating bacon all across the nation
People eating bacon all across the nation
[Kool AD:]
Gat man, gat man, tally me banana
Black Republican, stack the ducats man
Guap man, guap man, go man, stop man
Cool man, cop man, dingo, bingo, name-o
Game so fake gold chain bro
So insane yo, scarecrow brain yo
Black cop, black cop
Black cop black cop black cop
You don't even get paid a whole lot
You don't even get paid a whole lot
Finna buy me a space ship
Space race man, das space racist
Overseer, overseer
Overseer officer officer officer officer
Why you wanna put me in a coffin sir?
Why you wanna put me in a coffin sir?
Watch the gap, mind the gap
Fall into the gap, hahahahahahaha
Watch the gap, mind the gap
Fall into the gaaaaaaaap
Yups
Stack duckets, banana republic
Which one's Dominican? Wait, who's the Indian?
Who ya calling pickaninny Beat like a chicken wing
Yup, yup, beat up like a chicken wing
Eating chicken and meat, people on the street eating chicken and meat
People on the street eating chicken and meat
People on the street eating chicken and meat
People on the street eating chicken and meat
[Heems:]
Text game vicious, what's up bitches
Stole it from a white man, what up to white bran
Esau Mwamwaya, we got that fire
Nelson Mandela, we got that fuego
We got like hella powder that's yellow
Pass that yak, that dude Dap
Jawaharlal Nehru, Lima Peru
Mahatma Gandhi, what's up my Gandhi
Rice like Condie, nice like combi [?]
One hundred percent pure thug
Thick and sick, the girl's in love
Made her a mixtape, bought her a mug
Now she buys me drinks in the club
She like my style, she like my swagger
You Keith Richards, I'm Mick Jagger
Antonio Sabàto, hot flow Jagger
You drive Kia, I drive Jaguar
I drive Tata, I drive Maruti
Truth be told, she thinks I'm groovy
[Autotune etc]
It's a celebration!
Ohmigod, ohmigod, please!
We can sell this, too, we can sell this to you!
How do you do what you wanna do?
What can I tell you that you want to believe?
What have you got, your knowledge, see?
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don't hear me, though
I know, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don't hear me at all
It's a celebration
C'mon everybody, yeah
We can give it away, don't mean what we say
We can joke, we can play, we can joke all day
What can I give you that you would actually need?
What do you wanna be that you could actually be?
And I know, and I know
And I know, and I know
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don't hear me at all
It's a celebration
But you don't hear me, y'all
If you wanna be me, you can be me, really be me
Cats see me, you can look all day, but you still wouldn't see me
If you wanna be you, you can do that, too
[Hook: Heems]
It's a brand new dance
Give us all your money
Everybody love everybody
[X2]
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
I'm selling Oxycontin
On my Palm Pixie, man, chicken sandwiches
They? a clock clack-clack clockin' cluck cluck
I'm selling Oxycontin
On my Palm Pixie, man, chicken sandwiches
They cost a clam fifty
I got a credit card, I got a million dollars
I got a baby bird
I only feed her candy
I got a girl named Candy, automatic weapons
She got three sisters, all lesbians
All of them do push-ups
All of them could whoop me
All of them do hundred push-ups without even looking
All of them be cooking
Candy used to date a bookie
Yeah, look at me, man of the year
[Hook: Heems]
It's a brand new dance
Give us all your money
Everybody love everybody
[X2]
[Verse 2: Heems]
I'm so funny
You're a big dummy
On your money, dog make a bunny
I'm a smart guy, call me Taj Mowry
Call me Tia Mowry, call me Tamera Mowry
Lead to dead dowry
Lead to dead the Tories
Lead to watch Maury
Himanshu Suri sorry
Lead to bad mommy and she really sorry
And we on a safari and we eatin' subari
Cowardly hourly, dollars, cheese, scholarly
Crime's out of the trees
Me on the beach
Send me aquatic like otters be
If you see me, on the street don't bother me
Our new thing? Slacker-rock-rap
Caveman rap tunes
Pop, lean, snap to 'em
I'm feeling strange dog
I'm feeling weird man
Steer clear man, 10-man beer slam
[Verse 1]
She got her booty in the air and her hands on the ground
She keep her booty in the air and shake it all around
She got her booty in the air like an airplane
She got her booty in the air, in the air, mayne
She got her booty in the air like her booty was a cloud
And when her booty clap, you know the booty clap loud
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
With the booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
[Verse 2]
She got her booty in the air and the mind in the gutter
The way your body move, girl, you need you some butter
She said, she said, "Nobody got a booty like mine"
I said, "You're right, your booty's my lifeline"
In my life I try to live with decency
Right here, right now, I wish she were freakin' me
Freak with me frequently, sleep with me and freak some D
And you can see what livin' with a G can be like
You're right, your booty is my lifeline
Your booty is my lifeline
[Bridge?]
1, 2, 3, 4
Inside of Brooklyn, we go hunting
This situation is a moderous thing
Outside of Brooklyn we go hunting
But Canadia yup, yup
Inside of Brooklyn, we go hunting
This situation is a moderous thing
Outside of Brooklyn we go hunting
No, no, no, no
Me not a terrorist, me not a condom
Me only ask you wear one for protection
She go, "Booyaka! Booyaka! Booyaka!"
Booyaka! Booyaka! Booyaka!
Now follow me, follow me, follow me, son
I like this girl and she like me too!