Das Racist - Girl Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
You don’t got to give me no instructions, baby
You know what I wanna do
You don’t really got to tell me nothing, girl
Whatever you say is probably true
Sometimes I can’t decide whether I believe that we move fast
Or time moves slow
But I like it, though
To me I’m just me, whatever that may be
And I know that you’re just you
So let’s do what we came to do
[Hook: Kool A.D.]
And I know and I know and I know what we came to do
And I’m pretty sure that you do, too
[X4]
[Verse 2: Heems]
Girl – you’re really cool
Smart – that’s good at school
Pretty – you’re beautiful
And I heard you got a pool
Plus your hair smell nice
Just like Newports, that’s my type
My fingers crossed
The small in your back
My head in your chest but I’m taller than that
Red on your dress as it falls down your back
Sess is the best, (?) on the Mac
Or Netflix, whatever your preference
Must address that I like the dresses
You wear when you taste the necklaces
Got, me, rest, less, kid, and my head on spin
Feeling weird
And strange
These days we (?) from Infinite Jest
Legs so long, that’s an infinite dress
So there now is funny feelings?
I’ll be over after some meetings
Let’s go away for the weekend
(?) fall out, I ain’t been sleeping
Figured fleeing, but into being
We could feel things, this the real thing
What’s the real thing?
Race for creeping
To get to chiefing
I’m into seeing you
Like all of the time
Inside jokes in all of my rhymes
More dime than all of the dimes
Runnin’ round like all of my mind
Let’s get sweaty like (?) wanna do
Whatchu wanna do?
I know what I wanna do
[Hook: Kool A.D.]
And I know and I know and I know what we came to do
And I’m pretty sure that you do, too
[X2]
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Das Racist - Happy Rappy Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah… ah… oh, shit!
Das Racist! Ha! That’s ridiculous!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
Get that guap, get that money
Meathead, street cred
Weed edge, Greedhead
[Kool AD]
Young child’s Ponzi
Waka Flocka Fonzie
Sippin’ Dom P, don glassage on Africa
Buddhist suit, they write down my Agatha Christie mysteries
Officer Rick Ross, gold chain Mr. T’s
Open every cell without a cuss(?) selling Acuras, it’s a commercial
Room full of Draculas, big commercial
Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy bank of more, much more?
Paid for Rushmore, Larry Johnson, Fred the Godson
Terry ____, _____, Dodge Durango
Rango, Johnny Depp and Eric Bay reppin’ it
Alameda, don’t step in it
Used to stay there, now I stay where young Icarus went to daycare
Hey, there! All you little kids better play fair!
[Heems]
Yo, yo, this shit is too much, kid!
One day I’ll roll up and be like “What up, kid?
I’m fitter, happier, more productive!”
Until then I lay home and bump this “Loveless”
Yeah, that’s My Bloody Valentine
Forty — cracker, don’t call it My Bloody Valentine
Call it my bloody country club
Hindu thuggee come from blood
Won’t stop yellin’ ’til I’m comfortable
Tumblr full, wonderful
Keep it 100, I’mma die, like, 10 times
Be the first to run if I hear some lead fly
Same by the Bed-Stuy(?)
Stack chips with the Vegas
I’ll kill ‘em with the –
I’ll kill ‘em with the –
[Outro -- repeat and fade out]
Hello, yes, it’s happy rappy!
This is what you’re hearing right now, actually
[Intro]
Yeah… ah… oh, shit!
Das Racist! Ha! That’s ridiculous!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
Get that guap, get that money
Meathead, street cred
Weed edge, Greedhead
[Kool AD]
Young child’s Ponzi
Waka Flocka Fonzie
Sippin’ Dom P, don glassage on Africa
Buddhist suit, they write down my Agatha Christie mysteries
Officer Rick Ross, gold chain Mr. T’s
Open every cell without a cuss(?) selling Acuras, it’s a commercial
Room full of Draculas, big commercial
Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy bank of more, much more?
Paid for Rushmore, Larry Johnson, Fred the Godson
Terry ____, _____, Dodge Durango
Rango, Johnny Depp and Eric Bay reppin’ it
Alameda, don’t step in it
Used to stay there, now I stay where young Icarus went to daycare
Hey, there! All you little kids better play fair!
[Heems]
Yo, yo, this shit is too much, kid!
One day I’ll roll up and be like “What up, kid?
I’m fitter, happier, more productive!”
Until then I lay home and bump this “Loveless”
Yeah, that’s My Bloody Valentine
Forty — cracker, don’t call it My Bloody Valentine
Call it my bloody country club
Hindu thuggee come from blood
Won’t stop yellin’ ’til I’m comfortable
Tumblr full, wonderful
Keep it 100, I’mma die, like, 10 times
Be the first to run if I hear some lead fly
Same by the Bed-Stuy(?)
Stack chips with the Vegas
I’ll kill ‘em with the –
I’ll kill ‘em with the –
[Outro -- repeat and fade out]
Hello, yes, it’s happy rappy!
This is what you’re hearing right now, actually
Das Racist - Relax Lyrics
[Verse 1]
White devils like it
I’m drinking coffee brought to me
By white devils’ sidekicks
They askin’ if we like to get higher
Like they hired him
The fire and brimstone is known
To be composed of desire never twice lived
The metal might miss, but the beveled edge
Of the mind can provide tricks
To bring the light to the likes of whites and black kids
As well, it’s like magic, I’m not your average
Negro please, I know I’m an idiot
But I got a stick and I’mma use it a little bit
I’m not too sure if I should clue in the little kids
Or if I’m too clueless to move with the bigger fish
Why it gotta be those too and not some other shit
Take me to the mothership
Hate me I’m a ?
I’m Lady Gaga, I’m a fag, I’m a lesbian
See me playin’ bass in jam bands up at Wesleyan
See me at a poetry slam in like ’97
Singing classic numbers by Otis Redding
Totally shredding
Hoping you get it, yeah
[Hook x2]
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no
[Verse 2]
What good is this Cashmere
If they’re still dying in Kashmir
Kushmir
There was homes, now there’s just dust there
Next year, same as this year
I’ll rough ya
Live in much fear, stay inside after dust here
Brush tears from eyelids
Peep violence
And these people is dyin’
I’m wildin’
Old Irk said they wanna move back
But they ain’t got enough funds to do that
Back in 1980, from Philly to Queens
She had a pocket full of lint, he had a suitcase full of dreams
From holdin’ me to bagging groceries at the Path Mart
To scoldin’ me for drinking and driving in fast cars
Juvenile shit
I ain’t really tryin’ to rap about
I don’t remember from b-b-ba b-blackin’ out
These days, I’m mostly focused on my bank account
I ain’t backin’ out until I own a bank to brag about
A local institution, life of the party
With him and at him, brown Chris Farley
Call up ? VJ from ?
Wiles out at night, can’t breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
Reticent to let them in
Hesitant better when
An elegant let ‘em ins
Another fresh shit, to distract you
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
White devils like it
I’m drinking coffee brought to me
By white devils’ sidekicks
They askin’ if we like to get higher
Like they hired him
The fire and brimstone is known
To be composed of desire never twice lived
The metal might miss, but the beveled edge
Of the mind can provide tricks
To bring the light to the likes of whites and black kids
As well, it’s like magic, I’m not your average
Negro please, I know I’m an idiot
But I got a stick and I’mma use it a little bit
I’m not too sure if I should clue in the little kids
Or if I’m too clueless to move with the bigger fish
Why it gotta be those too and not some other shit
Take me to the mothership
Hate me I’m a ?
I’m Lady Gaga, I’m a fag, I’m a lesbian
See me playin’ bass in jam bands up at Wesleyan
See me at a poetry slam in like ’97
Singing classic numbers by Otis Redding
Totally shredding
Hoping you get it, yeah
[Hook x2]
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Relax relax relax relax
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no
[Verse 2]
What good is this Cashmere
If they’re still dying in Kashmir
Kushmir
There was homes, now there’s just dust there
Next year, same as this year
I’ll rough ya
Live in much fear, stay inside after dust here
Brush tears from eyelids
Peep violence
And these people is dyin’
I’m wildin’
Old Irk said they wanna move back
But they ain’t got enough funds to do that
Back in 1980, from Philly to Queens
She had a pocket full of lint, he had a suitcase full of dreams
From holdin’ me to bagging groceries at the Path Mart
To scoldin’ me for drinking and driving in fast cars
Juvenile shit
I ain’t really tryin’ to rap about
I don’t remember from b-b-ba b-blackin’ out
These days, I’m mostly focused on my bank account
I ain’t backin’ out until I own a bank to brag about
A local institution, life of the party
With him and at him, brown Chris Farley
Call up ? VJ from ?
Wiles out at night, can’t breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
Reticent to let them in
Hesitant better when
An elegant let ‘em ins
Another fresh shit, to distract you
[Hook]
Das Racist - Selena Lyrics
Oh mi god!
[Kool AD]
Michael Douglas, a million dollars!
Twin Towers, golden showers
Joan Sasso, Abigail Vazquez
Shout to Salome, shout out to fascists
Shouts to Alpha Dog, Leonardo DiCaprio in Catch Me If You Can
Shouts to white rappers, black astronauts
Only two questions you should ask, allow one
“Who’s the kid?”
Both times he answers the name Kool AD
That’s my rap name, slave name’s Asskick
Mom ____ pretty in the brain game
Sandwich brown-baggin’ it
[Hook]
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
BLAOW!
Bidi bidi bidi bamba
___
…Selena!
[Heems]
Catch me in the cool places doing fun things
I’mma quit rapping soon
“Get your fun in!”
Get a little guap, other ways to get funds in”
Get all my scream, extreme Edvard Munch shit
No matter what I do, I’mma eat it up, luncheons
Celine Dion with a booty, now, I’m back in Bundchens
This house we eat good food, that’s dumplings
Everyone that meet me think that I’m something, whether it’s a dumpling or something lead to run with
Flows with ____, he had to run things
It’s nothing, I do this cause it’s easy
It plays well, pumpkin
Be a little fun fling, but it’s getting kinda boring
I am too awesome
I am the walrus
[Kool AD]
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, man
Get it in, get it out, Ock Man
See me in Miami, 20 Cubans in a Dodge van
Do it for a large fam to ____
Said it before, I don’t care, I’mma starve, man
David Bowie Starman
John Comforter — oh, fuck, I didn’t know how to say John Carpenter — starman!
Seminal works, Dodge Sarman
Where we at, San Diego? Carmen?
Oh mi god!
[Kool AD]
Michael Douglas, a million dollars!
Twin Towers, golden showers
Joan Sasso, Abigail Vazquez
Shout to Salome, shout out to fascists
Shouts to Alpha Dog, Leonardo DiCaprio in Catch Me If You Can
Shouts to white rappers, black astronauts
Only two questions you should ask, allow one
“Who’s the kid?”
Both times he answers the name Kool AD
That’s my rap name, slave name’s Asskick
Mom ____ pretty in the brain game
Sandwich brown-baggin’ it
[Hook]
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
BLAOW!
Bidi bidi bidi bamba
___
…Selena!
[Heems]
Catch me in the cool places doing fun things
I’mma quit rapping soon
“Get your fun in!”
Get a little guap, other ways to get funds in”
Get all my scream, extreme Edvard Munch shit
No matter what I do, I’mma eat it up, luncheons
Celine Dion with a booty, now, I’m back in Bundchens
This house we eat good food, that’s dumplings
Everyone that meet me think that I’m something, whether it’s a dumpling or something lead to run with
Flows with ____, he had to run things
It’s nothing, I do this cause it’s easy
It plays well, pumpkin
Be a little fun fling, but it’s getting kinda boring
I am too awesome
I am the walrus
[Kool AD]
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, man
Get it in, get it out, Ock Man
See me in Miami, 20 Cubans in a Dodge van
Do it for a large fam to ____
Said it before, I don’t care, I’mma starve, man
David Bowie Starman
John Comforter — oh, fuck, I didn’t know how to say John Carpenter — starman!
Seminal works, Dodge Sarman
Where we at, San Diego? Carmen?
Das Racist - Brand New Dance Lyrics
[Hook: Heems]
It’s a brand new dance
Give us all your money
Everybody love everybody
[x2]
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
I’m selling Oxycontin
On my Palm Pixie, man, chicken sandwiches
They ? a clock clack-clack clockin’ cluck cluck
I’m selling Oxycontin
On my Palm Pixie, man, chicken sandwiches
They cost a clam fifty
I got a credit card, I got a million dollars
I got a baby bird
I only feed her candy
I got a girl named Candy, automatic weapons
She got three sisters, all lesbians
All of them do push-ups
All of them could whoop me
All of them do hundred push-ups without even looking
All of them be cooking
Candy used to date a bookie
Yeah, look at me, man of the year
[Hook: Heems]
It’s a brand new dance
Give us all your money
Everybody love everybody
[x2]
[Verse 2: Heems]
I’m so funny
You’re a big dummy
On your money, dog make a bunny
I’m a smart guy, call me Taj Mowry
Call me Tia Mowry, call me Tamera Mowry
Lead to dead dowry
Lead to dead the Tories
Lead to watch Maury
Himanshu Suri sorry
Lead to bad mommy and she really sorry
And we on a safari and we eatin’ subari
Cowardly hourly, dollars, cheese, scholarly
Crime’s out of the trees
Me on the beach
Send me aquatic like otters be
If you see me, on the street don’t bother me
Our new thing? Slacker-rock-rap
Caveman rap tunes
Pop, lean, snap to ‘em
I’m feeling strange dog
I’m feeling weird man
Steer clear man, 10-man beer slam
[Hook x2]
[Hook: Heems]
It’s a brand new dance
Give us all your money
Everybody love everybody
[x2]
[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
I’m selling Oxycontin
On my Palm Pixie, man, chicken sandwiches
They ? a clock clack-clack clockin’ cluck cluck
I’m selling Oxycontin
On my Palm Pixie, man, chicken sandwiches
They cost a clam fifty
I got a credit card, I got a million dollars
I got a baby bird
I only feed her candy
I got a girl named Candy, automatic weapons
She got three sisters, all lesbians
All of them do push-ups
All of them could whoop me
All of them do hundred push-ups without even looking
All of them be cooking
Candy used to date a bookie
Yeah, look at me, man of the year
[Hook: Heems]
It’s a brand new dance
Give us all your money
Everybody love everybody
[x2]
[Verse 2: Heems]
I’m so funny
You’re a big dummy
On your money, dog make a bunny
I’m a smart guy, call me Taj Mowry
Call me Tia Mowry, call me Tamera Mowry
Lead to dead dowry
Lead to dead the Tories
Lead to watch Maury
Himanshu Suri sorry
Lead to bad mommy and she really sorry
And we on a safari and we eatin’ subari
Cowardly hourly, dollars, cheese, scholarly
Crime’s out of the trees
Me on the beach
Send me aquatic like otters be
If you see me, on the street don’t bother me
Our new thing? Slacker-rock-rap
Caveman rap tunes
Pop, lean, snap to ‘em
I’m feeling strange dog
I’m feeling weird man
Steer clear man, 10-man beer slam
[Hook x2]
Das Racist Ft. Anand Wilder - Middle Of The Cake Lyrics
My pocket full of loud, yeah I got that Fran Drescher
I’m straight up out of Queens but ain’t no Tech up on my dresser
Just a bunch of dusty books and a statue of Brahma
Nirvana, a big framed poster of ?
Yeah I spit it great, mommy move it like a snake
We leaving the club like somebody called the Jakes
Eating Ritalin and steak
I’m in the middle of the cake
Of Little Italy, little idiots who think their shit is great
But it’s wack
[Hook]
How many licks does it take to get to
The middle of the cake? Even if you’re awake
If you’re asleep, nutt if you fucked
Now we counting all the sheep
Now let me try it
Anything that don’t match a brother’s skin color or diet
Show promoters paying for rooms at the Hyatt
Firewater costs a lot of bread, but heads buy it
And keep the owner fed, keep the overhead
This sword of Damocles swings over the coldest
Holders of boulders and money folders
Who sold the bread to hungry buyers at high markup
But money is money is money
[Hook]
is white devil sophistry
Urban Dictionary is for demons with college degrees
Google Ad technology is artificial karma, B
Rick Ross on the radio at the pharmacy
“If I die today, remember me like Guru Dutt
By anyone, tweet about it forget about it
And then don’t give a fuck. I’m feeling weird, I’m up in a rut
VMA got me now picking it up!
My pocket full of loud, yeah I got that Fran Drescher
I’m straight up out of Queens but ain’t no Tech up on my dresser
Just a bunch of dusty books and a statue of Brahma
Nirvana, a big framed poster of ?
Yeah I spit it great, mommy move it like a snake
We leaving the club like somebody called the Jakes
Eating Ritalin and steak
I’m in the middle of the cake
Of Little Italy, little idiots who think their shit is great
But it’s wack
[Hook]
How many licks does it take to get to
The middle of the cake? Even if you’re awake
If you’re asleep, nutt if you fucked
Now we counting all the sheep
Now let me try it
Anything that don’t match a brother’s skin color or diet
Show promoters paying for rooms at the Hyatt
Firewater costs a lot of bread, but heads buy it
And keep the owner fed, keep the overhead
This sword of Damocles swings over the coldest
Holders of boulders and money folders
Who sold the bread to hungry buyers at high markup
But money is money is money
[Hook]
is white devil sophistry
Urban Dictionary is for demons with college degrees
Google Ad technology is artificial karma, B
Rick Ross on the radio at the pharmacy
“If I die today, remember me like Guru Dutt
By anyone, tweet about it forget about it
And then don’t give a fuck. I’m feeling weird, I’m up in a rut
VMA got me now picking it up!
Das Racist Ft. Francis Farewell Starlite - Celebration Lyrics
It’s a celebration!
Ohmigod, ohmigod, please!
We can sell this, too, we can sell this to you!
How do you do what you wanna do?
What can I tell you that you want to believe?
What have you got, your knowledge, see?
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don’t hear me, though
I know, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don’t hear me at all
It’s a celebration
C’mon everybody, yeah
We can give it away, don’t mean what we say
We can joke, we can play, we can joke all day
What can I give you that you would actually need?
What do you wanna be that you could actually be?
And I know, and I know
And I know, and I know
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don’t hear me at all
It’s a celebration
But you don’t hear me, y’all
If you wanna be me, you can be me, really be me
Cats see me, you can look all day, but you still wouldn’t see me
If you wanna be you, you can do that, too
And if you don’t, then I don’t really know what I can tell you
[Outro w/scatting]
It’s a celebration!
Ohmigod, ohmigod, please!
We can sell this, too, we can sell this to you!
How do you do what you wanna do?
What can I tell you that you want to believe?
What have you got, your knowledge, see?
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don’t hear me, though
I know, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don’t hear me at all
It’s a celebration
C’mon everybody, yeah
We can give it away, don’t mean what we say
We can joke, we can play, we can joke all day
What can I give you that you would actually need?
What do you wanna be that you could actually be?
And I know, and I know
And I know, and I know
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, but you don’t hear me at all
It’s a celebration
But you don’t hear me, y’all
If you wanna be me, you can be me, really be me
Cats see me, you can look all day, but you still wouldn’t see me
If you wanna be you, you can do that, too
And if you don’t, then I don’t really know what I can tell you
[Outro w/scatting]
Das Racist Ft. Rostam - The Trick Lyrics
[Hook]
We’re in heaven
At least I think so, I really think so
There’s nothing really to get mad at
It’s nothing, really, no, it’s really no problem!
[Kool AD]
Everything overstood, overseen
Big only those bold enough to dream big seem big
Stack big, act big, Mac sauce
Sticky icky, Jack Frost
Tricky dicky, blast off
Vicky-Vicky Vazquez
Ask this kid no questions
All kids kiss, no weapon, Smith and Wesson
Wesleyan, no lessons learned
Confession burn
You make me wanna, you remind me of
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Don’t get it? Don’t sweat it, just let it go
It’s better with no Geppetto, though
[Hook]
[Heems]
It’s really Heems, and I’m rapping with my friends
People all happy cause it’s happening again
Comin’ to our shows and clapping again and again
Thank you, my friends
I’m ill, people really love me
I’m wack, yo, people think I’m ugly
I’m ill, $500 for the boots
I’m wack, I never tell the truth
[Hook]
[Hook]
We’re in heaven
At least I think so, I really think so
There’s nothing really to get mad at
It’s nothing, really, no, it’s really no problem!
[Kool AD]
Everything overstood, overseen
Big only those bold enough to dream big seem big
Stack big, act big, Mac sauce
Sticky icky, Jack Frost
Tricky dicky, blast off
Vicky-Vicky Vazquez
Ask this kid no questions
All kids kiss, no weapon, Smith and Wesson
Wesleyan, no lessons learned
Confession burn
You make me wanna, you remind me of
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Don’t get it? Don’t sweat it, just let it go
It’s better with no Geppetto, though
[Hook]
[Heems]
It’s really Heems, and I’m rapping with my friends
People all happy cause it’s happening again
Comin’ to our shows and clapping again and again
Thank you, my friends
I’m ill, people really love me
I’m wack, yo, people think I’m ugly
I’m ill, $500 for the boots
I’m wack, I never tell the truth
[Hook]
Das Racist - Booty In The Air Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She got her booty in the air and her hands on the ground
She keep her booty in the air and shake it all around
She got her booty in the air like an airplane
She got her booty in the air, in the air, mayne
She got her booty in the air like her booty was a cloud
And when her booty clap, you know the booty clap loud
[Hook]
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
With the booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
[Verse 2]
She got her booty in the air and the mind in the gutter
The way your body move, girl, you need you some butter
She said, she said, “Nobody got a booty like mine”
I said, “You’re right, your booty’s my lifeline”
In my life I try to live with decency
Right here, right now, I wish she were freakin’ me
Freak with me frequently, sleep with me and freak some D
And you can see what livin’ with a G can be like
You’re right, your booty is my lifeline
Your booty is my lifeline
[Hook]
[Bridge -- ?]
1, 2, 3, 4
Inside of Brooklyn, we go hunting
This situation is a moderous thing
Outside of Brooklyn we go hunting
But Canadia yup, yup
Inside of Brooklyn, we go hunting
This situation is a moderous thing
Outside of Brooklyn we go hunting
No, no, no, no
Me not a terrorist, me not a condom
Me only ask you wear one for protection
She go, “Booyaka! Booyaka! Booyaka!”
Booyaka! Booyaka! Booyaka!
Now follow me, follow me, follow me, son
I like this girl and she like me too!
[Hook]
[Outro]
[Verse 1]
She got her booty in the air and her hands on the ground
She keep her booty in the air and shake it all around
She got her booty in the air like an airplane
She got her booty in the air, in the air, mayne
She got her booty in the air like her booty was a cloud
And when her booty clap, you know the booty clap loud
[Hook]
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
With the booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Booty in the air!
Shake it all around!
[Verse 2]
She got her booty in the air and the mind in the gutter
The way your body move, girl, you need you some butter
She said, she said, “Nobody got a booty like mine”
I said, “You’re right, your booty’s my lifeline”
In my life I try to live with decency
Right here, right now, I wish she were freakin’ me
Freak with me frequently, sleep with me and freak some D
And you can see what livin’ with a G can be like
You’re right, your booty is my lifeline
Your booty is my lifeline
[Hook]
[Bridge -- ?]
1, 2, 3, 4
Inside of Brooklyn, we go hunting
This situation is a moderous thing
Outside of Brooklyn we go hunting
But Canadia yup, yup
Inside of Brooklyn, we go hunting
This situation is a moderous thing
Outside of Brooklyn we go hunting
No, no, no, no
Me not a terrorist, me not a condom
Me only ask you wear one for protection
She go, “Booyaka! Booyaka! Booyaka!”
Booyaka! Booyaka! Booyaka!
Now follow me, follow me, follow me, son
I like this girl and she like me too!
[Hook]
[Outro]
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