Das Racist - Where's the Chocolate lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Where's the chocolate What this old beat Fred Flintstone driving around with both feet Yabba dabba doo I see you f** with acid too White women asking why they rapping Wanna laugh at you Wrote this on a MacBook pro I went halfsies with my pops on A G of the money came from pop songs [?] a G out of OTX West Bay Road That's how we roll How do they roll? “I-I-I don't like that” Who's they though? But by the way, though f** Sallie Mae though sh** is a trick, you shouldn't pay those Big idiot a**holes, they hoes Me and Dar hard in the paint, Maaco Hashtag raps like Drake, but really Cam did it first But in every case original man did it first Court case, brief case Cases of Cup O' Noodles from Costco [?] and Choco Tacos Beto Giacometti Paolo Jose Diego Francisco Musela Maria si piano tre mira si Pica**o Guapo guapo ah si Waka Flocka Shakira Blacko blanco Tonto Squanto Black guy speaks “Mighty Healthy” Couch tapes co-host no Ghost “Where's the Beef” no slow roast Who supposed to throw the 'bows and bucks Rows and chunks Rows of ducks line up at least seven at a time Shotta shotta... [inhales] Shotta, pa** the Dos and lime Kick me out a shortages No work visa, jeez Luisa At least my papa finally got his green card We are, hard to the soft, smart to the retard, get it? “Where's the chocolate” [Verse 2: Darwin Deez] Music is my son, ergo I keep weird hours My circadian rhythms are synced to my sampler Wide awake 24/7 like Jack Bauer is Body rock, to the body clock To the hip hop Body shop, bring the beat in These look like Mash Deez's footprints, but it can't be her Can it? She was on a planet near the d**h Star d**h rock, fully operational you are Now locked in, rock-in With the best, Pete Best Original beats, original Beatle Yes, he was the drummer before Ringo Release my single, I'm single And loving it I'm shoving it, in every nook and cranny Even the one's covered by granny panties Why not? If not now, when? Dalai Lama pa** a Slim Jim Generate the steam from the turbine Her vagine... Uh, what was I saying there again? I lost my train of thought Oh yeah! Penetrate her slot Generate music people venerate A lot. Hey! There my train is I need to catch this, wreck Destined for your tape deck When I spit I'm half Beck half Bela Fleck Half Fela half Femi sometimes some [?] Two parts Kuti one part cutie all booty All ba** all the time My rhymes are tight They're all time right And they're all mine Just another rapper same Star Wars references One more reminder of where the vas deferens is Same SM-58, few other differences Regulate, not overrated like herbal essences Watch this, just a regular MC and I'm cute on the mic Shoutout to Audrey, Owen, Ian Burning 'em in the house With the burning mouth Speak heat peace Get the learning out Study up or buddy up Get the churning out Bomb of the weak Or stick the burning out Your voice gives me a headache, Nuprin If you wrote three versions of it, why's it still a blueprint Move so many stacks I could move into a new place Bought my girl a new face Flowers in the new vase Meet the new Ma$e On some “I'm a preacher now” If she can't shake her a** I'ma teach her how “[?] but I have to judge” On some discover sh** Ya girl's creeping around on some discover sh** Yeah in rap taking a spray tan bath With Ray Bans on The gay man's gone For Christmas, Ricky Chasing Angela Chase Wish she, was my so called wife