Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hahahaha Jk, artist - Das Racist. Album song Sit Down, Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Greedhead
Song language: English
Hahahaha Jk |
| Like sands through the hourglass |
| So are the days of our lives |
| Take that out |
| That’s my chain |
| Talk shit at this part? |
| About how, like, «The world didn’t see it coming!» |
| This is my chain, gonna do that |
| This is fresh, right? |
| You didn’t know! |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| I’m so wild they call me Four Lokos |
| So loco, puede… do it for coco |
| Puff like cocoa, til I’m crisp like Coco |
| Bonobo, iced tea plus coco |
| Sunoco flow, no Pinocchio, no BP |
| Just beat me, meet me where I beat beats, drop street heat |
| I’m on the block like street meat |
| Call me Dwight Schrute the way that I eat beats |
| No beet farm, just pharm beats, smarmy |
| A motherfucker try to harm me, eh? |
| I scrap happily, smack a lil'-scrappy-type dude for free |
| Not for a fee, a Rockfort tee |
| Or maybe just a cup of tea, had enough of me? |
| I’m just beginning, finna be a minute 'fore the fat lady singin' |
| I’m swimmin', I’m crazy, I’m wavy pipeline |
| Rappers lack flow, now they’re trying to bite mine |
| Need like three life lines, three wives |
| Three lines of Vic or white, a night to get hype |
| Three types of Nikes, my four sides is spiked |
| My Florsheims is tight, your punchlines is light |
| The days of our lives, plus the nights |
| Catch me on the corner drunk and puking |
| Crazy stupid, Sami and Lucas! |
| That’s a reference to the soap opera Days of Our Lives, even though I was a |
| bigger General Hospital fan growing up |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| Yeah, see, quit smilin' and shut your silly traps |
| «These zooted brown weirdos is wildin', but they can really rap!» |
| They saw the cover of the tape, figured it’s pretty wack |
| Later on eventually admitted that it’s pretty crack |
| Snatched the beer can out your hand like «Gimme that!» |
| I’m all up in the freezer at your crib like, «Where your Jim B at?» |
| Couple dubbies in the swisher, dougies, and spare me that |
| Titty fat, jimmy hat, gimme that Similac |
| Chug it, cut it, print it, I think it’s finished but really black |
| Run it back, tell me if you’re feeling that |
| Ahem, wait a minute like Ray-J |
| My work is my play-play, every day pay day |
| Meet me at the mall, it’s going down: May Day |
| Get it? |
| Joke’s not the mall, the may say |
| The joke’s not «meses,» vajayjays |
| Hey hey, they say they wanna have my kids like Bebe |
| No way way, no, bebe, that’s eighteen years like 'Ye say |
| Too much to pay-pay, sweatin' me like Sheneneh |
| She say she gay, we mêlée, three-way-way |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| You puff herb? |
| Dawg, I smoke weed too |
| You chief cheeba? |
| Ay yo, dawg, me too! |
| Yo me, too? |
| You like weed, dude? |
| Me too! |
| You like smokin' weed? |
| I see you! |
| These rappers wack as the movie Wackness |
| They saccharine, but they not Equal! |
| Ohhhhh! |
| Ohhhh, no, called a cousin Sweet and Low, dude |
| Crossover numbers for brothas and white demons, too |
| We not racist, we love white people! |
| Ford trucks, apple pies! |
| Bald eagles |
| Yeah, Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos |
| Pringles, Kraft Singles, Slim Jims, Sierra Mist! |
| Butter Crunch cookies, Sour Patch Kids! |
| The block is like a mattress in the hood, I’m flippin' on it! |
| Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress |
| Over-30 actress, Bulova, Cau, Dalier, Chapstick, uhhhh |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking |
| We’re not joking, just joking, we are joking |
| Just joking, we’re not joking (Heh?) |