Music: Heems/Lapgan
Ay yo yo yo, rapping music
'MANSHUU, LAPGAN
I keep mixing my Us and Ws up, my Vs and Ws up
Yo
I'm the man on Long Island like I'm Billy
I told'er "Cálmate, mami tranquili"
I'm dusted watchin Free "Villy",— Willy
Red Dunks on me from Milli "Uanilli"
I eat a whole onion raw
I'm in the water like I'm Jaws
I punch'em in the jaw
Pistols on me, Quick Draw McGraw
I get my doggy dab up on his paw
Streaking down main street screaming "**** the law!"
I'm in the Old Country with my third cousin, buzzin
We talking bout how you ain't even in the discussion
Shorties like eggs, I get a dozen
Got thirty russians, that'll give you a concussion
I'm with the serpent like I'm Vishnu
I'm stacking bread off my mixtape reissues
What's the issue?
Song sound like when the devil tried to kiss you
Said you can listen if you wish to
Yo, I'm somewhere surfing in Sri Lanka
Indian girl, she like to tonka with her badonka
I'm somewhere out in Yonkers, that's where I conquer
In the 90s, yo, they said I was bonkers
I watched Golden Child starring Eddie Murphy
With my attorney out in menacing New Jersey
In a Manny Malhotra New York Rangers jersey
I'm playin Mercy, with a birdie who from Turkey
I'm playing Manhunt - yo, I'm hiding on the roof!
I'm throwin some Dior, I'm feelin fresh up in the booth
I sip 100 proof, now I'm feelin so aloof
Gray-haired in a sari, she long up in the truth
Mazda Miata Coupé, Montero Jeep
Hear my StarTAC or my Timeport go beep
I'm in Mozambique with 30 sikhs
I'm cookin turkey cheeks
You know I'm with some dirty freaks
I record in a garage, then I hit the Subzi Bazaar
How bizarre!
Pulling hoes all on my car
Where I smoke the cigar and I stroke the guitar
Scar up on my nose from when I wyled it like Lamar
I'm a superstar, out in Bihar or Qatar
She stroke my sitar on a boat in Malabar
Smokin black tar, straight up out the jar
My serano's charred, my middle name Kumar
My middle name Kumar
Manshuu
What it, what it is
Kala Tika baby
Kala Tika
****ing rapping musics