Michael Jackson Lyrics
| Song | Michael Jackson |
| Artist | Das Racist |
| Album | Relax |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A million dollars | |
| You feel me? | |
| Holler! | |
| Michael Jackson | |
| One million dollars | |
| You feel me? | |
| Holler! | |
| These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit | |
| Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit | |
| But I got a clean grip on the game | |
| Some mean shit | |
| And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes with | |
| Well it's your boy, like a Queens street chumpa | |
| Heems the ruler | |
| Medulla create the moola | |
| And Me, I just do the rumba, por que esta es la rumba | |
| And we, we are the future | |
| Abdullah, see that's my shooter | |
| The ruger, he keep it super | |
| Duper, Abdul'll shoot ya | |
| He'll knock you right out your Supras | |
| Knock right out your Pumas | |
| Doctor give you the sutures | |
| Victor is in the cooter in tune with a boo from Hooters | |
| While Dap is on the computer | |
| Lakutis the clean up hitter | |
| Call him the pooper scooper | |
| Alec an Oompa Loompa | |
| Retutor the school of looters | |
| Hakuna matata Pumba | |
| Por que esta es la rumba | |
| Yeah, I'm ****ing great at rapping | |
| Call me Janet Jackson | |
| I got a hundred dollars | |
| I got the jungle fever | |
| Run with a hundred zebras | |
| I got a leather jacket | |
| I got a little hat on | |
| I'm drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon | |
| I got an Eagle Talon | |
| Call me Richie Valens | |
| Me no speakie spanish | |
| Valium and Caesar salad | |
| I'm DJ Khaled | |
| I'm a Daikon radish | |
| See me next to sushi sexually | |
| I'll sex your coochie | |
| Extra juicy | |
| Electrocute me | |
| Fire scientist | |
| McGuyver my appliances | |
| Describe the flyest buying this | |
| I am this, I insist | |
| Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I'll buy them shit | |
| You go girl, it's your world | |
| Watching Parenthood | |
| On Ketamine at the hoterrrl | |
| Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa... | |
| WHAT! | |
| Kool A.D., you good at rapping | |
| Yo Hima, you good at rapping | |
| Yo Victor, you genus latin | |
| Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton | |
| Yo Victor, we going platinum | |
| Yo Hima, we finna clap them | |
| Kool AD's finna happen | |
| We see the cream and we grab them | |
| Yo Victor, just let me stab them | |
| Chill Hima, we in Manhattan | |
| Let's move the static to Staten | |
| Move the static to Staten? | |
| Let's move this static to Queens | |
| Damn, you crazy Heems | |
| Damn, that's very true | |
| That's how we do |
| A million dollars | |
| You feel me? | |
| Holler! | |
| Michael Jackson | |
| One million dollars | |
| You feel me? | |
| Holler! | |
| These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit | |
| Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit | |
| But I got a clean grip on the game | |
| Some mean shit | |
| And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes with | |
| Well it' s your boy, like a Queens street chumpa | |
| Heems the ruler | |
| Medulla create the moola | |
| And Me, I just do the rumba, por que esta es la rumba | |
| And we, we are the future | |
| Abdullah, see that' s my shooter | |
| The ruger, he keep it super | |
| Duper, Abdul' ll shoot ya | |
| He' ll knock you right out your Supras | |
| Knock right out your Pumas | |
| Doctor give you the sutures | |
| Victor is in the cooter in tune with a boo from Hooters | |
| While Dap is on the computer | |
| Lakutis the clean up hitter | |
| Call him the pooper scooper | |
| Alec an Oompa Loompa | |
| Retutor the school of looters | |
| Hakuna matata Pumba | |
| Por que esta es la rumba | |
| Yeah, I' m ing great at rapping | |
| Call me Janet Jackson | |
| I got a hundred dollars | |
| I got the jungle fever | |
| Run with a hundred zebras | |
| I got a leather jacket | |
| I got a little hat on | |
| I' m drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon | |
| I got an Eagle Talon | |
| Call me Richie Valens | |
| Me no speakie spanish | |
| Valium and Caesar salad | |
| I' m DJ Khaled | |
| I' m a Daikon radish | |
| See me next to sushi sexually | |
| I' ll sex your coochie | |
| Extra juicy | |
| Electrocute me | |
| Fire scientist | |
| McGuyver my appliances | |
| Describe the flyest buying this | |
| I am this, I insist | |
| Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I' ll buy them shit | |
| You go girl, it' s your world | |
| Watching Parenthood | |
| On Ketamine at the hoterrrl | |
| Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa... | |
| WHAT! | |
| Kool A. D., you good at rapping | |
| Yo Hima, you good at rapping | |
| Yo Victor, you genus latin | |
| Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton | |
| Yo Victor, we going platinum | |
| Yo Hima, we finna clap them | |
| Kool AD' s finna happen | |
| We see the cream and we grab them | |
| Yo Victor, just let me stab them | |
| Chill Hima, we in Manhattan | |
| Let' s move the static to Staten | |
| Move the static to Staten? | |
| Let' s move this static to Queens | |
| Damn, you crazy Heems | |
| Damn, that' s very true | |
| That' s how we do |
| A million dollars | |
| You feel me? | |
| Holler! | |
| Michael Jackson | |
| One million dollars | |
| You feel me? | |
| Holler! | |
| These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit | |
| Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit | |
| But I got a clean grip on the game | |
| Some mean shit | |
| And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes with | |
| Well it' s your boy, like a Queens street chumpa | |
| Heems the ruler | |
| Medulla create the moola | |
| And Me, I just do the rumba, por que esta es la rumba | |
| And we, we are the future | |
| Abdullah, see that' s my shooter | |
| The ruger, he keep it super | |
| Duper, Abdul' ll shoot ya | |
| He' ll knock you right out your Supras | |
| Knock right out your Pumas | |
| Doctor give you the sutures | |
| Victor is in the cooter in tune with a boo from Hooters | |
| While Dap is on the computer | |
| Lakutis the clean up hitter | |
| Call him the pooper scooper | |
| Alec an Oompa Loompa | |
| Retutor the school of looters | |
| Hakuna matata Pumba | |
| Por que esta es la rumba | |
| Yeah, I' m ing great at rapping | |
| Call me Janet Jackson | |
| I got a hundred dollars | |
| I got the jungle fever | |
| Run with a hundred zebras | |
| I got a leather jacket | |
| I got a little hat on | |
| I' m drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon | |
| I got an Eagle Talon | |
| Call me Richie Valens | |
| Me no speakie spanish | |
| Valium and Caesar salad | |
| I' m DJ Khaled | |
| I' m a Daikon radish | |
| See me next to sushi sexually | |
| I' ll sex your coochie | |
| Extra juicy | |
| Electrocute me | |
| Fire scientist | |
| McGuyver my appliances | |
| Describe the flyest buying this | |
| I am this, I insist | |
| Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I' ll buy them shit | |
| You go girl, it' s your world | |
| Watching Parenthood | |
| On Ketamine at the hoterrrl | |
| Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa... | |
| WHAT! | |
| Kool A. D., you good at rapping | |
| Yo Hima, you good at rapping | |
| Yo Victor, you genus latin | |
| Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton | |
| Yo Victor, we going platinum | |
| Yo Hima, we finna clap them | |
| Kool AD' s finna happen | |
| We see the cream and we grab them | |
| Yo Victor, just let me stab them | |
| Chill Hima, we in Manhattan | |
| Let' s move the static to Staten | |
| Move the static to Staten? | |
| Let' s move this static to Queens | |
| Damn, you crazy Heems | |
| Damn, that' s very true | |
| That' s how we do |
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