Got Rice Lyrics by Tai Mai Shu

Got Rice

Dallas to New York jigga,
We're the best.
Vietnam, to Japan, to Mongolia. Philippines, to Taiwan,
To Cambodia. Korea, ah ah
Hometown China, who you got huh?
You got shit nigga, feel the size, it's the A.Z.N better recognize.

Got Rice bitch? Got Rice? Got food, got soup, got spice?
Got brains like us? Got skills like us?
Got cars, got clothes, got girls like us?

Whats up? We the shit and we kill ya'll fools.
We got money in the bank from our family jewels
Can we help it if we raid and corrupt the schools?
It don't matter, fuck the law, shit we break the rules.
We jack cars, pop games, yo we got the tools.
Hoop it up, break it down, then we shoot some pool.
Fuck with me, you fuck with all bitch
Don't think its cool.
One on one fuck THAT!
It's three on one. No duels!

Got Rice bitch? Got Rice? Anything you can show that is nice?
Got cash, got moves, got thoughts like us?
Fuck no, hell you white, you'll never be like us.
Take off your shoes before you enter please
or crawl around on the floor with your fucking knees.
Don't mind the smell you'll get use to it.
Moth balls, fried squid, and that Buddha shit.
What the hell is that? You think I don't see?
No forks in the house, chopsticks only.
Have a taste, don't be scared, try the lemon tea.
You don't want? That's alright, try the phuc hong le.

Got rice bitch? Got Rice? Got luck anytime you roll the dice?
Your luck is bad unless you run and hide,
cause were thugs for life baby, Asian Pride!