Yeah I'm Chinese and what?
yeah you know who this is, Jin
let me tell you this
the days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings
coming to your house by me is over.
[chorus]
y'all gon' learn Chinese
y'all gon' learn Chinese
y'all gon' learn Chinese
When the punks come out y'all gon' speak Chinese
y'all gon' learn Chinese
y'all gon' wan' be Chinese
y'all gon' learn Chinese
When the punks go off y'all gon' speak Chinese
this hiphop shit could fuck up your head man
I know a bunch of crips that love Redman
Blood walking in New York man things don't change
Stop! the chinks took over the game
this ain't Bruce Lee ya'll watch too much TV
this a game of death when I aim for your chest
yes too much sex got me seeing slow motion
eyes barely open with a roach roastin'
and your girl she loves the Jin motion
rub it on her body like body shop lotion
what's the commotion you never seen me
original chinky eyed emcee
you don't want to step to the army
Im double R rank refugee
and the barrel of the gun gonna make you speak another language
and amigo I ain't talking about spanish
[chorus]
this one goes out to those that order four chicken wings
and pork fried rice and roll dice
in the hood you think shit is all good
til them cowboys roll through like Clint Eastwood
I wish you would come to Chinatown
get lost in town end up in the lost and found
eyewitnesses you must be crazy
we don't speak English we speak Chinese
and the only po-po we know
is the pigs on the hook out by the window
every time they harass me I wanna explode
We should ride the train for free we built the railroads
I ain't ya 50 Cent I ain't ya Eminem
I ain't ya Jigga Man I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
she looked surprised when she saw it in the palm of my hands
you know what's next safe sex
I'll be damned if I sleep in the flesh with the insects
[chorus]
(Woman singing)
joue la pula joue la pula parley joe la pula pi joue la pula piki pi pi piki piki pi pi pi
Mr. Jin you are the sexiest man
Mr. Jin I love the way you do your thing
Mr. Jin you are the sexiest man
Mr. Jin I love the way you do your thing
the moral of the story don't judge a book by its cover
I know you think that he's fam he's really undercover
I saw his name on the affidavit
it was written in Chinese and this is what he said
(Jin rhymes in Cantonese)
ran by some local hooligans and thugs so
catch them at midnight when they closin shop up
reading the Ten Commandments cooking the crack up
biggie smalls posters all over the walls
if they think you sammy the bull it's over for y'all
and me I'm just Jin just doing my thang
just doing my thang just doing my thang
(Jin rhymes in Cantonese)
why is there beef everywhere I go
I'm drunk screamin can't we all get along
my ladies with the thongs the thugs with the firearms
[chorus]
(Woman singing)
joue la pula joue la pula parley joe la pula pi joue la pula piki pi pi piki piki pi pi pi
Mr. Jin you are the sexiest man
Mr. Jin I love the way you do your thing,
Mr. Jin