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rucka rucka ali – fly like me lyrics

yeah!
everybody told me: “stop what you’re doing man… you’re white!
rapping doesn’t sound good when a white guy does it!
take out your grill! a grill doesn’t look good on a white guy!”
and the thing is… they were right. i’m black, black!

yo, when you saw me on the news then you saw that it was on
that my song was causing problems, they said that it was wrong
these dinosaurs are boring, old media’s gone
try to sell these kids jordans, they all about lebrons!
and that’s the last time i’ll give advice, don’t ask why
i’m doing what i’m doing or to name two more black guys
okay i’ll try. trevon. that’s one, uhhm…
how about the guy from king of queens? he was good!

they love me when i drive my nissan through the hood
the lease on it ends in a couple months then i could
get a fly -ss pimp brand new subaru
and you know that what i’m driving, i’m living in it too
and women love it too, yeah, b-tches love a dope ride
errbody gets a free ride like oprah
but don’t cry when i push you out the legacy
you didn’t think you were staying here after you had s-x with me!

you ain’t fly like me, a black guy like me
you’ll never be a loud-mouth tryhard like me
you ain’t brown as me, or as down as me
you won’t be a half r-t-rd clown as me
and i don’t give a f–k if you think i suck
i f–k the world in the -ss ’till my d-ck gets stuck
and everywhere you look, in every city they should
tell you rucka rucka ali (me) is pretty good!

it’s 9 a.m. and you eating you a big mac
if you don’t like the music that you hear, eat a d-ck sack!
only 17, but she bought me a house
so have a c-ke and a smile, and shut yo b-tch mouth!
“you’re such a d-ck, wow, oh my god you’re irrelevant.
don’t call him a terrorist, he wouldn’t k!ll americans!”
yeah, well i guess he still did for the h-ll of it
you mad at me for pointing at the room in the elephant?

look where we’re headed man, n-body can say sh-t
your racist base is just a private conversation
have some patience, soon they’re gonna plant a sensitivity chip in everybody’s head!
get ready for it man, you’ll be strung out and hungry
in a free country where everybody’s banned
it’s getting out of hand, how’d this happen?
i’m just a black man, good at selling crack and rapping, yeah!

why can’t a black man never say sh-t? [x8]

now i lay my -ss to sleep
pray the lord at a jail, my -ss to keep
he said: “what the h-ll are you asking me? you’re black! it’s like asking for magic beans!”
i planned a scheme just to have this dream, but these f-ggots thinking: “well, just hand it to me!”
i had to bleed, suffer and k!ll
i spilled the blood of anyone that didn’t think i was ill!

they weren’t feeling my sk!ll, so i cut their -ss open
when you feel torn and your spirit is broken
you gotta stand tall, and act like a man
and beat the f–k out of anyone that isn’t a fan!
remember the plan and who you work for, nucka!
the world can’t stand us, they don’t understand us!
tell the b-st-rds what they can suck,
‘cuz if you ain’t one of rucka’s nucka’s, well f–k you!

sh-t
now when do you ever hear some sh-t like that?
now run tell your peoples who just dropped the dopest hip-hop record for at least the last 10 years!
it’s the last you’ll ever hear from me man, i’m out
i’m retiring the mic, stepping out the game, yo
that’s it for me… at least ’till my next song comes out in like two weeks
that’s gon’ be some hot sh-t man
tell your boys!

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