$Ir Racha - Lyrics Born

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