Vans lyrics

Intro [Harold & Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay]:
Kumar: This is weed!
George W. Bush: That's Alabama Kush. That's only the finest
Kumar: So, you get high and then you put other people who smoke weed in jail?
Bush: Duh!
Kumar: That's so hypocritical!
Bush: Oh yeah? Let me ask you something, Kumar: Do you like giving hand jobs?
Kumar: No, sir
Bush: Do you like getting hand jobs?
Kumar: Well, yeah
Bush: All right, well that makes you a f*ckin' hypocriticizer too. So shut the f*ck up. And smoke my weed

Yeah, and it's the muthaf*ckin' kid
(Got my Vans on, finna walk out the door)

[Verse 1: The FranchiZe KiD]
Heyo I got my Vans on, they don't look like sh*t
But some fly ass kicks, what you know about this, b*tch?
I'm the Vans where Wiz is, the Chucks
With my finger in the air, I don't really give a f*ck
Other hand in the air, four fingers like a fiddle
They twisted in the middle, n*gga do you get my riddle? (Westsiide)
I'm talking Vans parked on the beach but that wasn't for me so I threw them on my feet
Now I'm riding 'round my city doing things I'm not supposed to
f*ck it, n*gga, I'm local, to these n*ggas I'm Goku
Better yet I'm Gohan, I'm the prodigy
So why these people follow me and bad b*tches swallow me
I said "What's your profession?", she tell me that it's modelin'
Flow so beautiful, strike a pose, it's modelin'
And they be like "How do you use the same rhyme twice?"
I'm like "n*gga I'm nice", I could use this sh*t thrice
And it'd still be tight, bars that'd change a n*gga life
Prison bars, I got these people asking "Is this kid from Mars?"
No way a human this damn good or this damn real
My name The FranchiZe, tell me how you feel n*gga
(Got my Vans on, finna walk out the door)

[Verse 2: The FranchiZe Kid]
Four fingers in the air, two of 'em twisted
This is my mission, to show n*ggas that I'm gifted
With these writtens that I'm spitting
With a flow untouchable to others
Got brothas running for covers and b*tches tryna get under covers
And that mean under me, and she love to give me brain
Call that giving what she wondering
She know what I be thinking I got money on my head
But I just call that Wonder bread, white packages and all that
Kill tracks with all my raps, hating ass n*ggas falling back
See what's on my mind, they call that fact
That is though, bald no hair, that wig flow
Way up in the sky so this that mothaf*cking Wiz flow
I'm reppin' San Diego, this that mothaf*cking KiD flow
I kill this currently and do it for the currency
Most of y'all ain't heard of me, murdering beats surgically
Dissecting like C-sections from the rectum to the septum
And it's viewer discretion so I'm up now and I'm just reflecting
Thinking it's a blessing, I'm still winning like Barack elections
Now I'm looking for a girl to give me brain who ain't my attesting
Took the bar exam and passed with flying spectrum, n*gga

(Got my Vans on, finna walk out the door)
And it's the mothaf*cking kid
Said it's the mothaf*cking kid
Hey it's the mothaf*cking kid
Hey! It's the mothaf*cking kid
It's the mothaf*cking kid
It's the mothaf*cking kid