[Verse 1]
Oh no, Lyrics Born, where you been so long?
Te llamo my [?]
Hello, California!
I'm in NOLA smoking yellow with a bottle of Omar and a sip of Coca-Cola—no lie
With the homie [?] on trombone
And Bobby on bass, big band, baritone saxophone
[?]
No lie
'Cause I can travel with the homies and their freshest street talk
Chat with execs 'bout their Shetland sheepdogs
"Oh, it was so fantastic! [?] Sebastian
The mountains of Aspen, campin'"
Like a dope addict in the open attic
Hopin' they can smoke it like an automatic weapon
When I'm going at it—bang!
You want some? Get some
Get it out your system
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha
Because I'm hotter than fire
I'm kicking like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter
[Verse 2]
Uh, I'm the head Asian in charge
I like it, I love it, I'm the Asian DeBarge
I'm your long-lost cousin
My foot up yo' ass like a damn sock puppet
So don't p*ss me off
Got a history of blatant disregard
In a feather fedora
And expensive couture
Looking hella mature
Y'all green like algae
I'm seasoned like Lawry's
Here I am, Al Green
Horns on the down-beat
*horns*
Shining very bright in this motherf*cker
I'm like Barry White in this motherf*cker
Twenty-piece funk band
Strings, brass on-track
Keys, bass, love that
Japanese frontman—bang!
You want some? Get some
Get it out your system
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!)
Because I'm hotter than fire
I'm kicking like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter
Uh
Huh-uh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 3]
Take it, feel that electricity
That titillating energy, that sizzling intensity—bing!
It hits you instantly
That tickling feeling that's called an el-piphany
It's when you come to the correct conclusion
What you hear [?] is the best in music
Y'all children sh*t
Field trip sh*t, 'Bob the Builder' sh*t
I got a toy box that's filled with sh*t
I got a voicebox that killed this sh*t
'Cause I built this sh*t
Drilled it, nailed it, sealed this sh*t
Y'all ain't doin' nothin'
I tore down the walls
Y'all stole the copper plumbing
Y'all steal this sh*t—bang!
You want some? Get some
Get it out your system
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!)
Because I'm hotter than fire
I'm kicking like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter
[Verse 4]
Snakeskin down to the floor, you dig?
Drinking that sh*t like a porpoise-fish
Blazin' that sh*t like an arsonist
And I'mma change sh*t up—metamorphosis
Uh, I can't say it enough
You want me on a track? Start saving up
Y'all stock went down, I'm raising up
So real, baby, can't make this up!
It's mo sh*t, this some vagrant stuff
What you call this, here? Man, this ain't a club!
I mean, I make a club with some paper cups
And a tanker truck full of Jameson
Introducing my fragrance, it's called Eau de Funk
Spray you some
You want some? Get some
Get it out your system
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, they call me $ir Racha (Oh!)
Because I'm hotter than fire
I'm kicking like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter