| I’m from Queens, man
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| Ain’t shit to do but cook
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| Watchin' Tony Bourdain
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| Plus I copped his book
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| Plus I copped his look
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| That means T-shirts and jeans
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| Catch me in my borough chasin' breezers with creame
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| Do you
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| I’mma do me
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| Catch me in my borough burnin' L’s, readin' Rumi
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| Flippin' pies, readin' fries
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| I’m advising Kabir, smokin' hash
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| Making cash, spinnin' Sufis
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| Drinkin' beer, forty kufi rock a sheer
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| Sportin' Uzis in the clear
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| Drinkin' beer, drinkin' beer, probably drinkin' some more beer
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| Yeah, beers for years
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| Chuckin' Shaka Zulu type-spears for ears
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| Jakaya Kikwete
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| Ek Shaneesh,
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| Cheech
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| Eddie said speaks, sheesh
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| Yeah, that’s what Ed said
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| People always follow like Deadheads
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| Swallowin' red meds
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| Swallowin' blues, too
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| Various hues, dude
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| Downtown Brown
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| like Yoo-Hoo
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| Watch it like YouTube
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| Watch it like YouTube
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| Watch it like YouTube
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| Watch it like YouTube
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| Tyson and Spinks
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| Yeah, whites and pinks
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| Yeah, Fazul Abdullah Mohammed
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| I am a pickup truck, I am America
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| I am America, I am a pickup truck
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| I am American, I am America
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| Good vibes PMA
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| Yeah, believe that
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| Listenin' to Three Stacks,
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| readin' Gaya Spivak
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| Listening to KMD
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| and feelin' weird about Naipaul
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| Fly or Style Warz,
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| war-style Warsaw
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| Listening to jams with they pops about dem bhati boys
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| Listening to Cam while I’m readin' Arundhati Roy
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| Yeah, yeah, my pops drove a cab home
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| Now I drop guap just to bop in the cab, homes
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| This is Sam Selvon
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| Llamas, comas
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| Catch me watchin' hella Telenovela dramas
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| With dizzyin' effects and bright colors
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| Roll around town with a bright crew of brothers
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| Everyone knows Guantanamo is for lovers
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| Next four joints could be television covers
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| Some Richard Hell Rell shit, yeah, I’m real confused
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| Oh, you rap too, dawg
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| Yeah, I’m real enthused
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| I feel pretty
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| I feel pretty pretty
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| I feel pretty silly
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| I feel pretty weird, really
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| I feel better now
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| Coogi sweater now
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| Gucci sweater now
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| Coochie wetter now
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| Who you calling a dandy
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| Our love is like candy
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| The rich pour brandy
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| What do the poor pour
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| Why we at the candy store for
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| Why we at the Mandy Moore tour
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| Band du jour or brand du jour
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| Or the land before time
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| The wartime Andy Warhol,
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| the war crime
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| Nancy Drew
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| Nancy who
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| Nancy Reagan in a fancy pants suit
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| Dancing bear in cahoots
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| with the man who shot ya
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| Who shot ya
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| Who shot ya
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| Who shot ya
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| Who shot you
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| Who shot you
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| La la la la la la la la la la |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ek Shaneesh , by - Das Racist. Song from the album Shut Up, Dude, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп