Crips & Bloods - Rucka Rucka Ali

Bloods and Crips,

Act like kids

They always fightin' each other,

and I don’t like it

I see them hatin' on each other, and it’s sad, bro

That’s why I got a red shirt, and blue pants on

I wanna make nice,

Between Bloods and Crips

They could work out,

through their tons of differences (See, I like red and you like blue)

They’re the same thing,

But they fight in every state

Except Connecticut

But that’s like the fucking whitest place

I never saw why,

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

Bloods and Crips,

Should all sit down,

And talk their problems out (There's pizza!)

Crips and Bloods get along (Crips and Bloods should get along)

just drop the guns,

And play basketball

Put down the guns (it could be fun)

Crips and Bloods

All calm down

I mean, c’mon, what you fightin' for?

Let’s go, come on

Put down the gun!

I really wanna,

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,

then maybe I should

Go in the city

and take a bullet

And win the Noble prize for peace,

I think i would at least win some bullshit hippie-shit prize

Cuz imma be the corpse to finally unite the-

Crips and Bloods get along (Crips and bloods should get along)

Just drop the guns

And play basketball

Put down the guns (it could be fun)

Crips and Bloods

All calm down

I mean, c’mon, what you fightin' for?

Let’s go, come on

Put down the gun!

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,

Michael Jackson

Am I black?

Or from Iraq?

Or Alaskan?

I think my race is unknown,

so stop askin!

Crips and Bloods

Let’s get along

Just drop the guns

And play basketball

Put down the guns

Crips and Bloods

All calm down

I mean, c’mon, what you fightin' for?

Let’s go, come on

Put down the gun!

Crips and Bloods…