Orange Chicken!
Once upon a time in the land of Asia
People made food, it was really good
Dang, history happened
And centuries later, that food got shook
But that food still good
Changed a lil bit like all things do
Here in America, now a diaspora
What's an Asian American to do?
Do I be a purist and simply eschew
Any food that my ancestors wouldn't approve?
Pretend like I'm not a walkin' talkin' ball of contradictions
And second-gen immigrant youth?
Nah man screw that imma run it
I'm feelin free
And I love it
Imma like what I like, Imma want what I want
And I get what I got cuz I want it
I move to the beat to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
Cool shoes on my feet
To express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I throw a hand up to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I go to Panda... to express myself
I don't care what the people gon' say
Bout what I put on my plate
Imma do this my way
Cuz you know that I'm East enough
That I'm West enough
If you don't like it then
Tough
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
This chicken so dang tangy
I don't care that it's a chain
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
This chicken so dang tangy
I don't care that it's a chain
When you's an Asian fella
You get ste-re-o-typed
It's hella lame when people say the dumb ish on their mind
Do you despair about it
Cry that they're wrongbout chu?
Here's what to do
Just keep on doin you and you and you and
Maybe I'm cool, maybe I'm a geek
Either way, my cheeks, they're in the drivers seat
Maybe who I am and who I wanna be
Is the same damn thing, that's sweet. Yeet
And every little bit of thing that you see
Ah one bite, you'll find it juicy
I'm the type to flip a stereotype
And that's the type that gets into ya stereo
I move to the beat to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
Cool shoes on my feet
To express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I throw a hand up to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I go to Panda... to express myself
I don't care what the people gon' say
Bout what I put on my plate
Imma do this my way
Cuz you know that I'm East enough
That I'm West enough
If you don't like it then
Tough
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
This chicken so dang tangy
I don't care that it's a chain
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
This chicken so dang tangy
I don't care that it's a chain
People made food, it was really good
Dang, history happened
And centuries later, that food got shook
But that food still good
Changed a lil bit like all things do
Here in America, now a diaspora
What's an Asian American to do?
Do I be a purist and simply eschew
Any food that my ancestors wouldn't approve?
Pretend like I'm not a walkin' talkin' ball of contradictions
And second-gen immigrant youth?
Nah man screw that imma run it
I'm feelin free
And I love it
Imma like what I like, Imma want what I want
And I get what I got cuz I want it
I move to the beat to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
Cool shoes on my feet
To express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I throw a hand up to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I go to Panda... to express myself
I don't care what the people gon' say
Bout what I put on my plate
Imma do this my way
Cuz you know that I'm East enough
That I'm West enough
If you don't like it then
Tough
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
This chicken so dang tangy
I don't care that it's a chain
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
This chicken so dang tangy
I don't care that it's a chain
When you's an Asian fella
You get ste-re-o-typed
It's hella lame when people say the dumb ish on their mind
Do you despair about it
Cry that they're wrongbout chu?
Here's what to do
Just keep on doin you and you and you and
Maybe I'm cool, maybe I'm a geek
Either way, my cheeks, they're in the drivers seat
Maybe who I am and who I wanna be
Is the same damn thing, that's sweet. Yeet
And every little bit of thing that you see
Ah one bite, you'll find it juicy
I'm the type to flip a stereotype
And that's the type that gets into ya stereo
I move to the beat to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
Cool shoes on my feet
To express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I throw a hand up to express myself (express myself) (express myself)
I go to Panda... to express myself
I don't care what the people gon' say
Bout what I put on my plate
Imma do this my way
Cuz you know that I'm East enough
That I'm West enough
If you don't like it then
Tough
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
This chicken so dang tangy
I don't care that it's a chain
I eat my orange chicken
Without a hint of shame
This chicken so dang tangy
I don't care that it's a chain
Credits
Writer(s): Juan Rodrigo Ricafort
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