Got Rice?

It's the A.Z.N, nigga fuck the rest.
Dallas to New York jigga, we 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?
Whats 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 pools.
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 fuckin' knees.
Don't mind the smell, you'll get used to it.
Moth balls, dried 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 Pho Com Le.
Got rice, bitch? Got rice?
Got luck every time you roll the dice?
Good luck is bad unless you run and hide, 'cause we're thugs for life baby. Asian Pride!