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