Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Selena, 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
Selena |
| Michael Douglas, a million dollars! |
| Twin Towers, Colin Powers |
| Shouts to Joan Sasso, Abigail Vazquez |
| Shout to Sallie Mae, shout out to FAFSA |
| Shouts to Alpha Dog, Cash is Napster, man |
| Leo Donato DiCaprio Catch Me If You Can |
| Shouts to white rappers, black astronauts |
| Only two questions you should ask, allow one |
| «Who's the kid?» |
| Two: «Who's the kid?» |
| Both times the answer stay Kool AD |
| That’s my rap name, slave name’s Vazquez |
| Mommy hecka pretty, and her brain game nasty |
| Salami sandwich brown-baggin' it |
| Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah |
| BLAOW! |
| Bidi bidi bidi bamba |
| Rest in peace to Selena! |
| Catch me in a cool place doin' a fun thing |
| I’mma quit rapping real soon, «Get your fun in!» |
| Get a little guap, other ways to get funds then |
| Get on my Danzig, scream Edvard Munch shit |
| No matter what I do, I’mma eat it up, munchin' |
| People talkin' 'bout, «Heems I heard you got punched in.» |
| Worry 'bout how I’mma eat it up dog, luncheons |
| Celine Dion with a booty, now I’m baggin' Bündchen's |
| Gisele’s we eat good food, that’s dumplings |
| Everyone that meet me think that I’m something |
| Whether it’s a dumb thing, or something they can run with |
| Flows Usain Bolt, yeah they run things |
| It’s nothing, I do this cause it’s easy |
| It pays well, pumpkin |
| Be a «bit of fun» fling, but it’s getting kinda boring |
| I am too awesome |
| I am the walrus |
| Victor |
| Yeah, I’m the walrus too, dude |
| Couldn’t walk a mile in my walrus shoes, dude, true? |
| Yes, I’m the fuckin' best! |
| Best rapper alive, I swear to God, man |
| Bad as I wanna be, Rodman |
| Move a little, watch the guap in a pop band |
| Get it in, get it out, op Man |
| See me in Miami, 20 Cubans in a Dodge van |
| Do it for a large fam, DeBarge fam |
| Said it before, I don’t care, I’mma star, man |
| David Bowie Starman |
| John Comforter -- oh, fuck, I didn’t know how to say John Carpenter -- starman! |
| Seminal work, Stanley Brakhage, Dog Star Man |
| Where we at, San Diego? |
| Carmen |
| Suckers is butt, they need Charmin' |
| Toilet paper, take the, microphone |
| And do, a buncha… stupid shit |
| Shut up |
| Suck my dick |
| YEAH! |
| SHABBA SHABBA SHABBA RAAAAAAANKS |
| YEAH |
| SHABBA |
| You dudes talkin' 'bout you rap |
| And you probably does |
| I’m blind to you haters |
| Call me Collie Buddz |
| And believe me the herb always come 'round |
| Them smart brown boys back with that dumb sound |
| Call it Hipster Rap |
| Homie, this is Queens Rap |
| Hear it in my voice every time the kid Heems rap |
| The golden child, from Colden’s Wild |
| Cherry Ave |
| Where they scold 'em wild |
| My grandma just moved out |
| She knows this child that gets guap and fly high |
| His flows is wild |
| He went from ESL to YSL |
| Cause we excel, we fly as hell |
| Flushing to Bellerose Queens, where the crooks live |
| CT for four years, to wile out read books then |
| Took to bars from Brooklyn |
| Wild out in Bushwick |
| Come around talk smart, get your shit tooken |