John Sparkz - Arts & Leisure lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Yo, brown Napoleon Dynamite, white Dolemite Sho' Ya Right, Holy Moly, totally tight White America, good morning Erykah Badu, where are you at? Allahu Akbar, do that, do that, do that Do-do that that that Do do do, do do that Do that, show that, pro-black, pro-brown Down, round, getting down, down Yippee-kai-yai-yay, it's a showdown Girls say chill, you ain't too cool to be nice to boo-boo You right, you right, you right, true, true Sorry if I'm acting too cuckoo All the zoom zoom got me acting like there's flowers in my doo doo I'mma roll the dice for some new shoes If that don't work then, boo hoo At least you couldn't say I never grew two If I can't win, then it's lose-lose Do it for the kids like Blue's Clues Choo-choo-choose to be Half-a**hole, half-bashful Uh, give me like half a gla** full Or maybe a quarter that I'm like a black quarterback In the motherf**ing... oh sh**, bobbing, ducking Weaving, pa**ing and running Pa**ing and running, pa**ing and running Like a caravan Um, wait, what was it? I don't even know, buddy Exactly [Verse 2: Action Bronson] As my grandma knits the sweater Chickens with the cheddar Timbos and yarmulkes, you ain't in my genre b**h, blow me: harmonica Arts and leisure, peace to Jon Caramanica Sam Sifton rate the plate that we feasting on I jerk my penis off at the precinct, dog Since a youth, all proposals been indecent, dog Sense of humor so I'm down for a comedic song Rub my dick like my zipper when I walk Touch of Down's Syndrome, flip it when she talks Gums are purple, teeth monkey Her look is mix with streetwalker and a junkie