Das Racist, Lakutis - Rapping 2 U lyrics

Whaddup, whaddup, whaddup?
Sit down, man! Sha leik! DR
Whatitat, whatitat, whatitat?
Time to do a rap

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

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 it's 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 pepsiCo too
The kid is a Brit, me, the brother's a jitney
And others 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

You, we're rapping to you
My friend and only you to you
So don't ever say we never
Did nothing for you

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 peacekeeper
Chief the peach shisha
Smokin’ peace pipe ride ‘em cowboy, see ya!
My Chuck E 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 money no good here?
Why, because I made it? Bitch
You know I made it shit

You, we're rapping to you
My friend and only you to you
So don't ever say we never
Did nothing for you