Dame Grease - Rooftop lyrics

[Verse 1: Heems] Das Racist as an end to mindwash religion Nowhere politics, bogus philosophies Probably, possibly a mockery of monarchy I'm complex like Cournot's duopoly quantities Rooftop, like we bringin' '88 back White girls, Big Wheels, fortunes, Sajak Mixtapes, many tapes, Mel Gibson "Payback" Laid back, stay crack, eat those, stay fat Engine, engine number nine I'm on that New York transit line I'm ill, everything I touch is a grill With diamonds that's chill, for real, I'm I'll I'm wack, like You, Me and Dupree I'm ill like buy one get one free I'm wack, like nobody wanna touch me I'm ill like making jokes and burning Dutchies I'm cliche, I feel as high as a rooftop Contradict myself in raps like 2Pac I ride gnarly till I'm Farley that's dearly departed And the party don't start till I'm gettin' it started When the party get started, then I'll get with ya darlin I give it cause she want it, then I dip from your darlin Before the next morning, I won't give her no warnin' I'm listening to Warning, I'm out the door stormin' Maybe towards like a rooftop or a barbecue or somethin' [Hook: Sampled] Rooftop Rooftop Rooftop Rooftop [Verse 2: Despot] Meet the man of your dreams about dyin' Came up in the land of the free if y'all buyin' When he ain't cheatin' or stealin' it's all lyin' On the 108th Street in Queens you might find 'em Wildin', out for the night, dusk and daytime Where the f** you find the guff to even say rhymes Get yourself stuffed by three browns and a beige guy Hold down the fort and raise the roof at the same time Das Racist, goodness gracious Great balls of 8 Balls smooshed in faces Break falls with cake, ya'll hood rich famous Lifestyles is type wild, ditch the cages All the rage, kid, save your dollars Cop that for moms, dads, nanas, papas Top hats and big wigs powdered proper So on the money he's a founding father Dodger, conniver, preach to choirs Lied when he said his pants was on fire Ants in his pants, your uncle's none wiser Escape with a string and a toothpick, MacGyver f** what them dumb youngster crews pop Who hot? Who got they shoes stepped on on whose block? No one ever heard of 'em yet like they some cool cops When that sh** drop it hit like it fell from a [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool AD] Heh, third verse, similar to the first two Beat sounds hard like somebody finna hurt you, right? Hey kids, you like Don Imus? Das Racist Under your eyelids, phosphenes A vase clean bizarro nasty See me like it's f**in' up your eyes, blepharoplasty Wikipedia that, if you didn't know We aight but media cats think we clever though Are we? You may never know Speedy Gonzales couldn't see how quick the cheddar go Smartest dumb guys in the room Run guys, it's the mulatto Jeff Koons They taco the best balloons That's breasts, you goons I'mma festoon the room Like Daniel Day-Lewis They couldn't even hold a candle if they Buddhist (get that? hahahahahaha) Yeah we eating! Aw made you soup You a slave to a bleep in the beat loop Play it in your Jeep coupe, hoopty you beat root juice Power hippie van, never really need to ask "Can he?" Vicky can He like a Spick He-man Master of the universe, nobody can doo-doo worse Than I do-do