Song | Michael Jackson |
Artist | Das Racist |
Album | Relax |
A million dollars | |
You feel me? | |
Holler! | |
Michael Jackson | |
One million dollars | |
You feel me? | |
Holler! | |
These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit | |
Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit | |
But I got a clean grip on the game | |
Some mean shit | |
And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes with | |
Well it's your boy, like a Queens street chumpa | |
Heems the ruler | |
Medulla create the moola | |
And Me, I just do the rumba, por que esta es la rumba | |
And we, we are the future | |
Abdullah, see that's my shooter | |
The ruger, he keep it super | |
Duper, Abdul'll shoot ya | |
He'll knock you right out your Supras | |
Knock right out your Pumas | |
Doctor give you the sutures | |
Victor is in the cooter in tune with a boo from Hooters | |
While Dap is on the computer | |
Lakutis the clean up hitter | |
Call him the pooper scooper | |
Alec an Oompa Loompa | |
Retutor the school of looters | |
Hakuna matata Pumba | |
Por que esta es la rumba | |
Yeah, I'm ****ing great at rapping | |
Call me Janet Jackson | |
I got a hundred dollars | |
I got the jungle fever | |
Run with a hundred zebras | |
I got a leather jacket | |
I got a little hat on | |
I'm drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon | |
I got an Eagle Talon | |
Call me Richie Valens | |
Me no speakie spanish | |
Valium and Caesar salad | |
I'm DJ Khaled | |
I'm a Daikon radish | |
See me next to sushi sexually | |
I'll sex your coochie | |
Extra juicy | |
Electrocute me | |
Fire scientist | |
McGuyver my appliances | |
Describe the flyest buying this | |
I am this, I insist | |
Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I'll buy them shit | |
You go girl, it's your world | |
Watching Parenthood | |
On Ketamine at the hoterrrl | |
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa... | |
WHAT! | |
Kool A.D., you good at rapping | |
Yo Hima, you good at rapping | |
Yo Victor, you genus latin | |
Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton | |
Yo Victor, we going platinum | |
Yo Hima, we finna clap them | |
Kool AD's finna happen | |
We see the cream and we grab them | |
Yo Victor, just let me stab them | |
Chill Hima, we in Manhattan | |
Let's move the static to Staten | |
Move the static to Staten? | |
Let's move this static to Queens | |
Damn, you crazy Heems | |
Damn, that's very true | |
That's how we do |
A million dollars | |
You feel me? | |
Holler! | |
Michael Jackson | |
One million dollars | |
You feel me? | |
Holler! | |
These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit | |
Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit | |
But I got a clean grip on the game | |
Some mean shit | |
And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes with | |
Well it' s your boy, like a Queens street chumpa | |
Heems the ruler | |
Medulla create the moola | |
And Me, I just do the rumba, por que esta es la rumba | |
And we, we are the future | |
Abdullah, see that' s my shooter | |
The ruger, he keep it super | |
Duper, Abdul' ll shoot ya | |
He' ll knock you right out your Supras | |
Knock right out your Pumas | |
Doctor give you the sutures | |
Victor is in the cooter in tune with a boo from Hooters | |
While Dap is on the computer | |
Lakutis the clean up hitter | |
Call him the pooper scooper | |
Alec an Oompa Loompa | |
Retutor the school of looters | |
Hakuna matata Pumba | |
Por que esta es la rumba | |
Yeah, I' m ing great at rapping | |
Call me Janet Jackson | |
I got a hundred dollars | |
I got the jungle fever | |
Run with a hundred zebras | |
I got a leather jacket | |
I got a little hat on | |
I' m drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon | |
I got an Eagle Talon | |
Call me Richie Valens | |
Me no speakie spanish | |
Valium and Caesar salad | |
I' m DJ Khaled | |
I' m a Daikon radish | |
See me next to sushi sexually | |
I' ll sex your coochie | |
Extra juicy | |
Electrocute me | |
Fire scientist | |
McGuyver my appliances | |
Describe the flyest buying this | |
I am this, I insist | |
Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I' ll buy them shit | |
You go girl, it' s your world | |
Watching Parenthood | |
On Ketamine at the hoterrrl | |
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa... | |
WHAT! | |
Kool A. D., you good at rapping | |
Yo Hima, you good at rapping | |
Yo Victor, you genus latin | |
Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton | |
Yo Victor, we going platinum | |
Yo Hima, we finna clap them | |
Kool AD' s finna happen | |
We see the cream and we grab them | |
Yo Victor, just let me stab them | |
Chill Hima, we in Manhattan | |
Let' s move the static to Staten | |
Move the static to Staten? | |
Let' s move this static to Queens | |
Damn, you crazy Heems | |
Damn, that' s very true | |
That' s how we do |