Ek Shaneesh Lyrics & Tabs by Das Racist
Ek Shaneesh
guitar chords lyrics
I'm from Queens, man
Ain't shit to do but cook
Watchin' Tony Bourdain
Plus I copped his book
Plus I copped his look
That means T-shirts and jeans
Catch me in my borough chasin' breezers with creame
Do you
I'mma do me
Catch me in my borough burnin' L's, readin' Rumi
Flippin' pies, readin' fries
I'm advising Kabir, smokin' hash
Making cash, spinnin' Sufis
Drinkin' beer, forty kufi rock a sheer
Sportin' Uzis in the clear
Making cash, spinnin' Sufis
Drinkin' beer, forty kufi rock a sheer
Sportin' Uzis in the clear
Drinkin' beer, drinkin' beer, probably drinkin' some more beer
Yeah, beers for years
Chuckin' Shaka Zulu type-spears for ears
Jakaya Kikwete
Ek Shaneesh,
Cheech
Eddie said speaks, sheesh
Yeah, that's what Ed said
People always follow like Deadheads
Swallowin' red meds
Swallowin' blues, too
Various hues, dude
Downtown Brown
like Yoo-Hoo
Watch it like YouTube
Watch it like YouTube
Watch it like YouTube
Watch it like YouTube
Tyson and Spinks
Yeah, whites and pinks
Yeah, Fazul Abdullah Mohammed
I am a pickup truck, I am America
I am America, I am a pickup truck
I am American, I am America
La la la la la la la la la la
Good vibes PMA
Yeah, believe that
Listenin' to Three Stacks,
readin' Gaya Spivak
Listening to KMD
and feelin' weird about Naipaul
Fly or Style Warz,
war-style Warsaw
Listening to jams with they pops about dem bhati boys
Listening to Cam while I'm readin' Arundhati Roy
Yeah, yeah, my pops drove a cab home
Now I drop guap just to bop in the cab, homes
This is Sam Selvon
Llamas, comas
Catch me watchin' hella Telenovela dramas
With dizzyin' effects and bright colors
Roll around town with a bright crew of brothers
Everyone knows Guantanamo is for lovers
Next four joints could be television covers
Some Richard Hell Rell shit, yeah, I'm real confused
Oh, you rap too, dawg
Yeah, I'm real enthused
La la la la la la la la la la
I feel pretty
I feel pretty pretty
I feel pretty silly
I feel pretty weird, really
I feel better now
Coogi sweater now
Gucci sweater now
Coochie wetter now
Who you calling a dandy
Our love is like candy
The rich pour brandy
What do the poor pour
Why we at the candy store for
Why we at the Mandy Moore tour
Band du jour or brand du jour
Or the land before time
The wartime Andy Warhol,
the war crime
Nancy Drew
Nancy who
Nancy Reagan in a fancy pants suit
Dancing bear in cahoots
with the man who shot ya
Who shot ya
Who shot ya
Who shot ya
Who shot you
Who shot you
La la la la la la la la la la
