Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song $Ir Racha, artist - Lyrics Born. Album song Real People, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mobile Home
Song language: English
$Ir Racha |
| Hello, California! |
| and a sip of Coca-Cola—no lie |
| With the homie |
| No lie |
| Oh, it was so fantastic! |
| The mountains of Aspen, campin' |
| Like a dope addict in the |
| Smokin' like an automatic weapon |
| When I’m going at it—bang! |
| You want some? |
| Get some |
| Get it out your system |
| Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha |
| Because I’m hotter than fire |
| And I kick like a rooster (Ca-caw!) |
| Your number one party-starter |
| Uh, I’m the head Asian in charge |
| I like it, I love it, I’m the Asian DeBarge |
| I’m your long-lost cousin |
| My foot up yo' ass like a damn sock puppet |
| So don’t piss me off |
| Got a history of blatant disregard |
| And expensive couture |
| Y’all green like algae |
| I’m seasoned like |
| Here I am, Al Green |
| Horns on the down-beat |
| Shining in this motherfucker |
| I’m like Barry White in this motherfucker |
| Twenty-piece |
| Strings, brass on-track |
| Japanese frontman—bang! |
| You want some? |
| Get some |
| Get it out your system |
| Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!) |
| Because I’m hotter than fire |
| And I kick like a rooster (Ca-caw!) |
| Your number one party-starter |
| Uh |
| Huh-uh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Take it electricity |
| That titillating energy, that sizzling intensity—bing! |
| It hits you instantly |
| That tickling feeling that’s called an el-piphany |
| the best in music |
| Y’all children shit |
| Field trip shit, 'Bob the Builder' shit |
| I got a toy box that’s filled with shit |
| I got a voicebox that killed this shit |
| 'Cause I built this shit |
| Drilled it, nailed it, sealed this shit |
| Y’all ain’t doin' nothin' |
| I tore down the walls |
| Y’all stole the copper plumbing |
| Y’all steal this shit—bang! |
| You want some? |
| Get some |
| Get it out your system |
| Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!) |
| Because I’m hotter than fire |
| And I kick like a rooster (Ca-caw!) |
| The number one party-starter |
| Drinking that shit like a porpoise-fish |
| Blazin' that shit like an arsonist |
| And I’mma change shit up—metamorphosis |
| Uh, I can’t say it enough |
| You want me on a track? |
| Start saving up |
| Y’all stock went down, I’m raising up |
| can’t make this up! |
| This |
| What you call this, here? |
| Man, this ain’t a club! |
| I mean, I make a club with some paper cups |
| And a tanker truck full of Jameson |
| Introducing my fragrance, it’s called Eau de Funk |
| Spray you some |
| You want some? |
| Get some |
| Get it out your system |
| Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!) |
| Because I’m hotter than fire |
| And I kick like a rooster (Ca-caw!) |
| Your number one party-starter |