Lyrics Rucka Rucka Ali – Prince Ali Obama
Text:
Uh Michelle. Uh Melanie
What’s that sound outside?
Make way for my Denali
Make way I’m Bengali
I’ve been standing in line at the Welfare Office
Smoking a blunt with the cast of Entourage
That’s good shit Turtle
Finally I could stop with the white
Boy lies so here’s what I’m really like
It’s Ali, House of Saudi, Barry Obama
Drivin me a stolen Audi that belongs to me
I get arrested sometimes, my vest contains a bomb
I was born in North Vietnam and in Bali
It’s Ali, I’m a Sunni from Alabama
Eating me a bucket of drums from KFC
(Ay who the hell is this guy?)
I’m you with an expensive tie
Still using White House WIFI on my 3G
(He’s a pimp standing on the street corner)
But I live here
(He’s a black guy, please call the police)
Uh I ask that you don’t
(He’s a Muslim preparin’ my shawarma)
Paid by big Pharma
I’m a piece of African radical black panther Arab-American dream
It’s Ali smokin’ some tree daddy Obama
(Bitch Better have my money)
Nigerian prince stealing your identity
I spread the word of Allah
I was born in North Africa probably
On the streets mowing down fuckin’ honkeys
(Move bitch get out the way)
I was Bin Laden’s tribe originally
(That’s my nigga, That’s my nigga)
I’m jihading around on a donkey
I was born in East Pakistan
Uzbekistan
Kazakhstan
Afghanistan and
The ghetto of Haiti in jail
It’s Ali at Mickey D’s
Smokin’ a crack rock
Can you please pass me the chicken nigga please
From the White House to a tent
I’m always late on my rent
I’m serving life sentences
Smokin a blunt
I’m airplanes crashing in 2001
I’m the fear that Americans
Feeling ever since Abraham Lincoln freed me
I’m me
Suck my D
I need money
(I don’t like white people)