Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Michael Jackson, artist - Das Racist. Album song Relax, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Greedhead
Song language: English
Michael Jackson |
| Michael Jackson, a million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one 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 wit |
| Well it’s your boy, like a Queens street Jhumpa |
| Heems the ruler, medulla create the moola |
| And me, I just do the rumba, porque está 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 you 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, re-tutor the school of looters |
| Hakuna matata Pumba, porque está es la rumba |
| Yeah! |
| I’m fucking great at rapping!!! |
| Michael Jackson, a million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| 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 |
| Yeah, extra juicy, electrocute me |
| Fire scientist, MacGuyver my appliances |
| Describe the flyest line in this, I am this, I insist |
| Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I’ll buy them shit |
| Yeah, you go girl, it’s your world |
| Watching Parenthood on ketamine at the hoterrrrrl |
| Whoa. |
| Whoa. |
| Whoa. |
| Whoa. |
| Whoa… WHAT?! |
| Michael Jackson, a million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| 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 'em!) |
| 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!) |
| Michael Jackson, a million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |
| Michael Jackson, one million dollars |
| You feel me? |
| Holler! |