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 bu*ter 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 b**h, 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)