Lyrics:
rich is his charisma
You can almost hear it sing
He skims the rules
And bells begin to ring
Chinese cashiers can feel it now
Grand old gals
of hit's
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take
Chinese new year
Year of the rat
Once you discover that, you recover
Take notice of the ones who feed you in life
Everybody knows that you're afraid
chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee (Ow, fuck off, not again)
On the fifth day of christmas the old trout gives to me, five
The man I chose to govern me
And twenty million others
Is not from Yale or Harvard,
He's from dear old Warner Brothers.
Yesterday they told him
-school joint and my new thang (old-school gang)
Got my Carolina joint, that's my blue thang (got a new)
Got my Chinese joint, that's my Wu-Tang (hey hey hey)
were the same
I see the old me in new cats in the game
Drop some loose change on some clothes I can't pronounce
Gun so muhfuckin' big you gotta crouch
(808, my crew)
Yeah, I'm on some old Cam'ron Killa Season type shit
Nah, we really killin' though, yeah, P
You dig? (Skrrt)
My mama pink
a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
He left for Waukegan
a second-hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
He left for Waukegan
Ululation, WuShe City lay in ruins
Soldiers gather, Death to be apportioned
(Chinese part)
Uniforms trekked streams to primitive territory
right, turn out right, yeah.
Don't think I'll ever see the day.
I must have done something wrong or maybe pissed off God.
I, I think of chinese food when
Did you ever think when you eat Chinese,
It ain't pork or chicken but a fat siamese?
Yet the food tastes great, so you don't complain.
But that's not
Kamehameha beeeotch!
Have you ever met my friend Michael Jackson
She's the biggest bitch in the
Whole wide world she's a mean old
Bitch and she has stupid
Hair
don't take that train
I hear it said we're headed too far south
Chinese whispers go by word of mouth
Rules for every size and shape
The nag has
for your soul
You know how the game goes, slang to get cheese
And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough
Get your shit scarred fucking with
God I get it right
It's something that you do
With confidence and ease
I'm clumsier than you
This might come out Chinese
But come and fill my heart
Its
Let's go out for a ride to the old Sin City
Where the king of the underworld ruled without any pity
He wore a silk gown, dried monkey heads
I gotta learn my ABCs
I gotta learn my ABCs
I gotta learn my ABCs
ABC
That’s American born Chinese
I be Yee my pedigree
My feet are flat
Bao
Talking with the old man, sleeping on the ground
Bazanti bootin al zootin' al hoot and Al Cohn
Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole
Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead but instead he missed a kid
And hit a twelve year old girl in the head
a run away truck he was giving them a beating
And the stakes got higher than a Chinese kite, the stranger
Kept getting hot till every cent everybody
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walkin' through the streets of Soho in the rain.
He was lookin' for the place called Lee Ho Fooks,
Lord (taking some kids on a Nature tour, including a little Chinese girl, who is standing apart from the rest):
Relax, enjoy yourself
You know it's
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