$ir Racha
[Verse 1]
Oh no, Lyrics Born, where you been so long?
Te llamo my [?]
Hello, California!
I'm in NOLA smoking yellow with a bottle of Omar and a sip of Coca-Cola—no lie
With the homie [?] on trombone
And Bobby on bass, big band, baritone saxophone
Hola'
No lie
'Cause I can travel with the homies and their freshest street talk
Chat with execs 'bout their Shetland sheepdogs
"Oh, it was so fantastic! [?] Sebastian
The mountains of Aspen, campin'"
Like a dope addict in the open attic
Hopin' they can smoke it like an automatic weapon
When I'm going at it—bang!
You want some? Get some
Get it out your system
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha
Because I'm hotter than fire
I'm kicking like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter
[Verse 2]
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
In a feather fedora
And expensive couture
Looking hella mature
Y'all green like algae
I'm seasoned like Lawry's
Here I am, Al Green
Horns on the down-beat
*horns*
Shining very bright in this motherfucker
I'm like Barry White in this motherfucker
Twenty-piece funk band
Strings, brass on-track
Keys, bass, love that
Japanese frontman—bang!
You want some? Get some
Get it out your system
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!)
Because I'm hotter than fire
I'm kicking like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter
Uh
Huh-uh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 3]
Take it, feel that electricity
That titillating energy, that sizzling intensity—bing!
It hits you instantly
That tickling feeling that's called an el-piphany
It's when you come to the correct conclusion
What you hear [?] is 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
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!)
Because I'm hotter than fire
I'm kicking like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter
[Verse 4]
Snakeskin down to the floor, you dig?
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
So real, baby, can't make this up!
It's mo shit, this some vagrant stuff
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
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!)
Because I'm hotter than fire
I'm kicking like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter