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| Asian Pride - Got Rice? It's the a-z-n nigga fuck the rest Dallas to New York jigga we're the best Vietnam to Japan to Mongolia Phillipines to Taiwan to Cambodia Korea ah ah Hometown China, who you got huh You got shit nigga feel the size It's the a-z-n better recognize Got rice bitch,got rice Got food, got soup, got spice Got brainz like us,got skillz like us Got carz, got clothes, got girlz like us Wazzup we the shit and we kill y'all foolz We got money in the banks from our family jewelz Can we help it if we reign and corrupt the schoolz It don't matter,fuck the law,shit we break the rulez We jack cars, fuck games, yo we got the tools Hoop it up,break it down then we shoot some pool Fuck with me,you fuck with all of us,don't think it's cool 1 on 1, fuck that it's 3 on 1, no duels Got rice bitch,got rice Anything you can show that is nice Got cats,got roots,got dogs like us Fuck no,hell you white,you'll never be like us Take off your shoes when you enter please Or crawl around on the floor with your fuckin knees Don't mind that smell,you'll get used to it Mothballs,fried squid,and that buddha shit What the hell is that,you think I don't see No forks in the house,chopsticks only Have a taste,don't be scared to try the lemon tea You don't wanna,that's alright,try the fuck home weed Got rice bitch,got rice Got luck anytime you roll the dice Your luck is bad unless you run and hide Cuz we thugs for life baby, Asian Pride! Racing Ain't A Thang Chorus In the Integra and Civic, switchin 4 lanes With the pedal down, peelin out, racing ain't a thang Lookin hard in a Type R, flash the bangs With the windows black, ain't a drag, racing ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if the rims bling bling The hell with the chromes 'cuz racing ain't a thang Down hard for my G thats locked in the game When I shift gear low gear, racing ain't a thang Y'all wanna fuck with us 'cuz all across the lane we burn it up Drop a couple inches baby low enough, smokin while we bumpin Turn it up, see the racing ain't a thang I zip up my car with the R S Akimoto, Asian style love, fuck the hoes Burn all my gasoline just for show, my game is light, my ride is fly Trying to stay alive, 100 thou for the customs Rich ain't I, the paint will strain your eyes Brand new ray son, aim for the sky Beer bottle in the back, yeah that's ours White boiz wanna fuck with us, your money is too young Stop it tryin to copy us, make me wanna throw up Mine is 972 dallas, bam near all my real weeds when I roll up Body kit and clear lights, it's all basics I been spendin thousands since I had shoe laces Rob your stash, rims, double out down in Texas, me and Joey got a lot crazy (Chorus) H D, I live the life,eating rice, watchin ladies suck my dick all night I wear the big boots, the big jeans,O G hangin out with all the big teams Big thug with the big cars, loud ass intake Girls say I'm the shit, man, a type of Asian you need in a crew A type of dude that would do the shit you won't do,can't do Get more burned with my turbo, to fast to race, to fast for your hoe in the black windows You know, when you race, I go bai bai, with my ride, and I ain't got to say no more I'm the true fly playa, got the pimpin, and stay fly With the tightest cars you can never drive, know why 'Cuz I write the songs that the Asian sings,got rice bitch, hell yeah it's me (Chorus) |
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