Lyrics Born $Ir Racha Lyrics

[Verse 1]
[?] but you've been so long
[?]
Hello, California! [?]
[?] and a sip of Coca-Cola—no lie
With the homie [?]
[?]
No lie
[?]
[?]
Oh, it was so fantastic! [?]
The mountains of Aspen, campin'
Like a dope addict in the [?]
[?]
Smokin' 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
And I kick 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 piss me off
Got a history of blatant disregard
[?]
And expensive couture
[?]
Y'all green like algae
I'm seasoned like [?]
Here I am, Al Green
Horns on the down-beat
*horns*
Shining [?] in this motherf*cker
I'm like Barry White in this motherf*cker
Twenty-piece [?]
Strings, brass on-track
[?]
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
And I kick like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter

Uh
Huh-uh
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3]
Take it [?] electricity
That titillating energy, that sizzling intensity—bing! It hits you instantly
That tickling feeling that's called an el-piphany
[?]
[?] the best in music
Y'all children shit
Field trip shit, 'Bob the Builder' shit
I got a toy box that's filled with shit
I got a voicebox that killed this shit
'Cause I built this shit
Drilled it, nailed it, sealed this shit
Y'all ain't doin' nothin'
I tore down the walls
Y'all stole the copper plumbing
Y'all steal this shit—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
And I kick like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
The number one party-starter

[Verse 4]
[?]
Drinking that shit like a porpoise-fish
Blazin' that shit like an arsonist
And I'mma change shit 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
[?] can't make this up!
This [?]
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
And I kick like a rooster (Ca-caw!)
Your number one party-starter