| No Boho, catch me up in SoHo
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| Dressed like a hobo, get fo' hoes and close to no clothes
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| Rococo fo’sho' though. |
| «Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo,»
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| Kool A. Deezy like Yeezy, no photo
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| Kool-aid dizzy like Drizzy, man, like
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| «He ain’t coppin' that, is he, man?»
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| No, no
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| No, he isn’t, though record companies hoard the guap (damn)
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| Kid’s up in magazines and can’t even afford to cop
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| Can’t even afford to shop. |
| So, I can’t afford to stop
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| Until I can afford a Ford or even a
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| Rav4
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| for pops
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| No, a Volvo; |
| I should probably do better than that
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| Hope to get a Gordon Gartrell sweater off cheddars from raps
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| I shoplifted Tao Lin’s Shoplifting from American Apparel,
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| But I didn’t get caught like Perry Farrell.
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| Hot Strawberry, Darryl
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| Hanna-Barbera
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| Burberry cologne on, looking for a skull to get my bone on
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| Phone on, phone is ringing. |
| «Oh my god me no answer no private call
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| Me no think me canno scribe at all. |
| need a heineken a line and a tylenol
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| And another line again, and another heineken.»
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| All of the mendicants scam to sell the women cool water
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| Cool, I’ll just bring 'em me. |
| All up in the vatican, yo
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| Is it parody, comedy, novelty, or scholarly?
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| A little bit of column A, a little bit of column B
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| A little Common Projects,
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| a little bit of Wallabees
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| Probably. |
| You can always find me where the challah be
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| Yeah, that’s bread, that’s cheese, that’s big meats
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| Read Iceberg Slim, hear raps about Big Meech
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| Catch me on the Big Beach with a girl that dig me
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| Olive skin, short hair, she stay quotin' biggie
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| And listening to
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| Grizzly
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| , stay hatin Drizzy
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| We be gettin busy, she tell me that she miss' me
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| Some girls want to kiss me and others want to diss me
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| Call me mister «Damn, he ain’t tweetin that is he?»
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| Boots true Ecco, too. |
| His loose noogz, cuckoo
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| All these other rappers be rapping like poo-poo
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| Pee-pee,
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| caca
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| . |
| Heem a Don Dada
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| You can try to comprehend it, dog, why bother?
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| Taliban Chic, I’m a Taliban Freak
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| Mister tally man told me I’m bananas last week
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| Went from broke to makin', like, a stack a day
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| Kobe beef burger is sushi to Japanese
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| Went from public school cafeteria food melees
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| To fresh prosciutto shipped in to-day from San Daniele
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| A Young Pelé. |
| You rock jeans from Pepe
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| Big microphone hippie. |
| Hit New Dilly, really
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| Me mind 'pon me melanin, melanin 'pon me mind
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| Grustle Crowe flow, that’s hustle plus grind
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| Grind
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| Grind
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| Grind |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don Dada , by - Das Racist. Song from the album Shut Up, Dude, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп