Lyrics
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