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Rucka Rucka ALI
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Crips & Bloods
They always fightin' each other I see them hatin' on each other, and it's sad, bro That's why I got a red shirt, and blue pants on Between Bloods and Crips Through their tons of differences (See, I like red and you like blue) They're the same thing But they fight in every state But that's like the fucking whitest place Bloods don't get along with Crips (along with Crips) They should be thinking about uniting Let's be friends! (Yeah) And I'll be wearing red kicks, with blue tube socks And talk their problems out (There's pizza!) Crips and Bloods get along (Crips and Bloods should get along) Put down the guns (it could be fun) I mean, c'mon, what you fightin' for? Hear a Crip say 'Ya'll can wear red, and sling a couple bitches on my turf today' I'd love to see you assholes agree Bloods and Crips don't have to fight (Don't have to fight) I would even say it to their face But then I would get shot (Oh yeah I so would get shot) They would beat my ass up Bloods and Crips would blast me If I tried to spread peace in the hood But if that would unite them Cause both of them don't like me Wouldn't that be good And win the Noble prize for peace I think I would at least win some bullshit hippie-shit prize Cuz I'mma be the corpse to finally unite the- Crips and Bloods get along (Crips and bloods should get along) 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Put down the guns (it could be fun) I mean, c'mon, what you fightin' for? My name is Rucka Rucka Ali And I'm some sort of cracker Wierd Al couldn't say half the shit that I said You call me racist on Serchlite TV Well, first of all, I think that I am Chinese MC Serch's passed out He blacked out, laughin' Please stop askin' him why he co-signed my stupid ass Jeez, lighten up, you sensitive pricks Ayo, Paul Bakes yo girl has seen my dick They pay me by the click So ya'll can keep on talkin' mad shit Spendin' hours trashin' my ass, while I cash in Everyone goes 'Yo, get out yo mama's attic' You always stay at home too if folks wanted to blast you I can do whatever I like Whether I'm black or whether I'm white I run red lights, It's an old habit I smoke crack and I let babies play with matchsticks Yo ladies stop yo antics Don't make me smack a bitch I blow up China, Filipino faggots Herro! Get off the set of Home Alone Am I black? Or from Iraq? Or Alaskan? I think my race is unknown I mean, c'mon, what you fightin' for?
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