Das Racist – Pop Champagne (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool AD]
Yeah, female shooting range
Three Hail Marys and a Pootie Tang
Truly mane, busters Tom to my Jerry, mane
Truly mane, six-years-old vocalist
On Oprah's list, so Toni Morrison
Jim Morrison, Van Morrison
Van Peebles, damn, sorta fun, we hold
Forty-four guns, your man's sure to run
Beanered up Wiki Minaj making collages
Dippin' in educated women in colleges

Peanut butter double decker bus, Peter Pan-ed out
Had a lot of plans, only a couple of 'em panned out
Journalists asking why we take our education for granted
White schools leave Black and Spanish
Educationally damaged and stranded
Still, I can basically manage
Came to understand it's mainly the evasive
That be tastin' the cabbage
Fakery's a tragical fact
Lacing's a magical act
Abra cadabra, you're wack
Vamoose, son of a bitch, hood rich
Burn B.F. Goodrich tires, fires
Perpetual desire, perpetual desire

[Verse 2: Heems]
Perpetual desire, perpetual desire
Perpetual desire, H-Man, DR, chosen three
Word to Maharaja Groceries and Bernie
Kompancaril's grandma clutching her rosary
When Charlie's dad died in the driveway
Of a heart attack, finna have a heart attack
Haters say we smart and wack
It's H-Man and I'm all about my guap
You could get your mop rocked off real quick
Catch top in the, in the whip
That's dome
H-Man

(laughs)

Yo yo, somethin' 'bout champagne
Like a John Boehner campaign
Finna maintain what we do
The last bastion of hope for the Brown Man
The dope Brown Man, sound man, sound boy
Back down, H-Man smack clowns
And it's all always off the dome
Not always, half the time
Finna blast a rhyme, when I'm blastin' mine
I blast back like Hammer time
Plus: I'm hella bankrupt, nah
But now I'm counting this cash
From rhyming for white people
Feeling real weird, but making this cash
Feeling real weird, but stacking this cash
And I think I kinda like it
I like nice shoes, I like nice things
Wanna see a psychic, she said I get too hype, kid
That's stupid, I'm stupid, don't listen to what I say
Don't spend your time worrying about what I think about

Pop champagne, have a good time
Wile out, wile out, wile out
So many ways to wile out, there's so many ways to wile out
There's so many ways to wile out (x6)