Das Racist - Happy Rappy Lyrics
[Intro]Yeah... ah... oh, shit! Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20Get that guap, get that moneyMeathead, street credWeed edge, Greedhead[Kool AD]Young child's PonziWaka Flocka FonzieSippin' Dom P, don glassage on AfricaBuddhist suit, they write down my Agatha Christie mysteriesOfficer Rick Ross, gold chain Mr. T'sOpen every cell without a cuss(?) selling Acuras, it's a commercialRoom full of Draculas, big commercialWhich little idiot wanna throw a piggy bank of more, much more?Paid for Rushmore, Larry Johnson, Fred the GodsonTerry ___, ___, Dodge DurangoRango, Johnny Depp and Eric Bay reppin' itAlameda, don't step in itUsed to stay there, now I stay where young Icarus went to daycareHey, there! All you little kids better play fair! [Heems]Yo, yo, this shit is too much, kid! One day I'll roll up and be like "What up, kid?I'm fitter, happier, more productive!"Until then I lay home and bump this "Loveless"Yeah, that's My Bloody ValentineForty — cracker, don't call it My Bloody ValentineCall it my bloody country clubHindu thuggee come from bloodWon't stop yellin' 'til I'm comfortableTumblr full, wonderfulKeep it 100, I'mma die, like, 10 timesBe the first to run if I hear some lead flySame by the Bed-Stuy(?)Stack chips with the VegasI'll kill 'em with the –I'll kill 'em with the –[Outro -- repeat and fade out]Hello, yes, it's happy rappy! This is what you're hearing right now, actually
