Rapping 2 U

[Intro] Whadup Whadup Whadup Sit Down, Man! Sha-leik! DR Whatitat Whatitat Whatitat Time to do a rap [Heems] Hello Young Cocoa Butter, who is you? White people love me like they love Subarus Rolling with the super crew, something like Scooby-Doo My eyes droopy? Mami that's what doobies do Kalidasa, but across the Kalapani Probably with a Khalistani mommy high as I'll be Das Racist on a roll like wasabi I don't know what these two are, I'm Punjabi More cash mommy than Mukesh Ambani And Anil Ambani, yeah that's real Armani Yeah that's Lanvin, you call it Lanven You call it "bro-in down", I call it "lampin" I'm from Flushing, bright as a lamp man That's in Queens like MC Cool Fashion You can Google that, he's down with the Beatnuts We got the net wet tryna get the street buck See Dap, that's my fucking mans and shit White boy wasted, let me write a stanza quick Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and shit Haters mad cause they got Costanza dicks You know, like the show, Seinfeld Michael Richards made my fucking mind melt Cop a bundle of Rapunzel Do what thugs do we just hustle, LATM, BBT, MTV, BET They called us joke rap, we kinda weed rap We just like rap, we don't even need rap Could get a real job, only rap weekly I don't need rap, told you, rap need me! Indian style, knees bent, in dashiki Your girl's sext means she wanna get freaky She beeped me, meet me at twelve Hit it in the shower cause it's hot as hell My fans broken, I don't got an AC Say I got potential, but the kid lazy [Victor] Stock is rising wait don't scalp the tickets yet Older white women say I'm very articulate Young Obama mommy, but not Illuminati Yet, they’re tryna gauge if i’m tame enough to be their commie pet I'm watching Gandhi til I'm charged and eating banh mi Like they was Cars and I was Blondie We are not the same, I'm Alf swinging a salami At any prom queens that want me Probably even Nicki Minaj would massage me If I got a fade and trim my beard like I was John B Nice finna eat more rice than Condi Nasty, see me grace the pages of your favorite Conde Nast Publication They asked me all about my views on relations of races And cut out the radical shit for space, that's racist I’m in outer space reading Frankfurt School treatises That curl the common man into fetuses Nietzsche told me that the nostril's where the genius is Bossy just saucing like its falafel where my penis is Soap 'em with Falafel like O'Reilly thought a Loofah was Hitting they chalupa up First I get real smart, and then I stupid up Drop it and scoop it up, haters is dookie butts Groupies is cooky, nuts, see me voice acting In Space Chimps wasted like my man Stanley Tucci does I'm truthy blood fishes get mad at me the kid is a whale In there like a triple-A battery up in the digital scale In the kitchen with the coca-cola corporation kicking it with me Pepsi Co. too The kid is a Brit me, the brother's a jitney And other's is with me Even if I was a tree you couldn't flip me Don't ask what it means just kiss me, chick please, check please [Hook] You, we're rapping to you my friend and only you To you! So don't ever say we never did nothing for you [Lakutis] Sexy Lexi, ask what the address be Press be makin’ a face Dizzy Gillespie Applause, pause, hand me my ESPY Grammy, I’m Leslie Nielsen, you know I’m chillin’ Float like a butterfly come on sugar baby On my shoulders, 7 million, sugar babies Float away on my good looks and charm Dick like, hot like, baby arm, chicken parm Release the peace keeper Chief the peach shisha Smokin’ peace pipe ride ‘em cowboy see ya! My chuckie cheese are bucks My EBTs are cardies, my 18 wheelers trucks Call up my Nelly parties Call up my deli starving What you mean my moneys no good here Why — because I made it? Bitch you know I made it [Hook]