lirik lagu giant panda - racist
[maanumental]
chikara, are j-panese people like good at karate? or are they like alright at karate?
[chikara]
yeah, they’re good man
[maanumental]
they’re good at karate? like everybody? like old ladies and ish too?
[chikara]
yeah
[maanumental]
word, man
[chikara]
yeah
[maanumental]
that’s cool man
[newman]
hey yo jamaan
[maanumental]
what? what’s up?
[newman]
ay yo man, are you real good at basketball?
[maanumental]
what? uh, yeah, yeah
[newman]
word? what else you good at?
[maanumental]
ey, yo, i’m real good at eating pork rinds and stuff. yo, eating baby back ribs. yo, just just check it
[verse 1: maanumental]
who else is gonna smoke menthol cigarettes
and make the ups uniform look fresh
black is beautiful, yeah that’s the white word
it’d more bomb if it was blonde or bright orange
say we lazy, cut us some slack a’ight?
cause it’s hard work trying to keep crack alive
and plus we make the songs that ya’ll listen
burnt and scared, we all barbecue chicken
employ mostly grown men still rhymin’
tell you what shoes are cool then shine ’em
if you got it we’ll show you how to shake your -ss
and it in the back of the cl-ss and not p-ss
make legit achievements straight wack
yo, you trying to raise up in the cracks, you ain’t black
where’s your diamond in the back, fronts in the tooth
the best athletes, we can run from the truth
all the way home to the apartments we rent
i got a big screen and a benz with big rims
loyal to br-ss who ain’t loyal to us
civil rights p-ssed, sit at the back of the bus
cause it’s too comfortable to stay chillin’
great scapegoats and make the best villains
a planet without blacks ain’t the right world
cause somebody’s gotta get at these white girls
[verse 2: newman]
yo, i can’t dance, can’t jump so i can’t dunk
like eminem, hate rap cause i love punk
got a big truck, no fear when i say f-ck
drink beer, steer clear when i drive drunk
say “f-g” when i bag on my buddies
wavin’ a flag, then brag about my money
four years of college and never had to study
made the dean’s list cause he played gin rummy
with mom and dad, they at the summer pad
be there in a minute, i got to get brad
we cruise for chicks who look like they had a lot of work done
and love brooks and dunne (yeah!)
i’m votin’ bush again, set my vcr to tape the last friends
love to tailgate, eat steaks and twins
i rollerblade everyday, guess i’m all american
big apple pie, one h-ll of a guy, i keep my hair dyed
but just on the tips, the thin keep me whipped
on the atkins, so i gotta skip chips
low on the carb, but high on the hog
three in the fam, but i got five cars
mr. martinez just cut the front lawn
his wife watch the kids while mom’s at the bar
[verse 3: thes one]
okay, my friend, you’re my friend, just please n0body call ins again
mess around and lose all your town’s pedestrians
cross walk walkin’ with the babies in each hand
got a plan, buy a van, let the family grow
and keep calvin p-ssing on something in the window
or downsize to the fly ’80s hatchback
packed, nike sticker on the back
painted it flat black, with pep-boys rims
fourteen spokes, for fourteen folks
slim to fat, we can’t fit, no joke
but we’ll make it to the beach, even if the ford smokes
swimming around with cut-off cords and locs
caesars, mary, joseph and the pope
they’d all look fly in gold, hanging on a rope
around my neck, so low, you catch the glow
while i walk the block. yo, cop that vase
give me the clock with last supper on it’s face
mechanical parrot that bends down and takes drinks
3d jesus on the cross that blinks
gotta spend money from working that -ss off
taking all the jobs that american’s p-ss off
and last off, i’d like to say it’s all abouta me
so next time catch me in line at the dmv
[verse 4: chikaramanga]
i’m a ninja, might rear end ya
every day, sushi for dinner
fish, which is my favorite dish
no soy sauce, you might get dissed
i’m rich, i bought all your land
tourist i am, digicam
disneyland, i’ll be there
limited dunks, dye my hair
yellow, bow down with the “h-llo”
get a bad grade? h-ll no!
chain smoke, a pack a day
it might be bad, but how you say?
i’m rich, roll with the cool
karaoke, asahi brew
mr. sulu in a business suit
you might see me, i can’t see you
yeah, people don’t even know how dope j-pan is
it’s even fresher than raw fish, you know what i’m saying?
and i am as dope as j-pan is. my name is chikaramanga
crew gp, yo
i’m out
what!? hahaha!
[sample]
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