Rucka Rucka Ali Crips & Bloods song lyrics

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)

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?