I'm Chinee Take a pee Everybody in the house, smoke tree I be a cop, Do I look Chinee? But before, we used to roll with the drugs, in the West B under
Speak bitch! "Uh, hello? Is this Rucka Ali? " Bitch, you callin' me, motherfucker! "You got a rock? " I smoke crack Red, white, and crack I crack you
I got more fingers than you niggas configure, my nigga It's Christmas Bring your bitch hits and your wish lists I gotta kick this bitch I gotta mystery for Rucka
Tiger Woods is the best in the world At stealing? It's a conspiracy 'Cause the white man can't never make it in the golf game Remember 9/11? That was
And Jesus said "That is my foot" Lordy glory Halleluiagh Everybody have yourselves a merry Christmas The collection plates are going around, brotha Sista
bitch if I have to tell her twice) Ching Chang Chong! Here we go everybody (Ching Chang Chong!) Help me sing this song (Ching Chang Chong! Rucka Rucka Ali
On the first day of Christmas, My nucka gave to me: A big old bag of some tree On the second day of Christmas, My nucka gave to me: Two stolen cars,
[Chorus:] Haiti had a little bit of a earthquake. Everyone calm down, we don't even live there. We live here. Oh my God it's a earthquake, check your
it's like being ME? I am just ONE MAN, with 2 BALLS and a weiner U ever wonder why i wear these pants so tight? My grandmother told me one time she said Rucka
it's like being ME? I am just ONE MAN, with 2 BALLS and a weiner U ever wonder why I wear these pants so tight? My grandmother told me one time She said Rucka
[Intro:] This next song is by somebody, calls himself Sol-Soldier Boy tell em? I don't really understand this kind of music Everybody dancing suddenly
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
I walk up to the police in Detroit city, And I'm like Excuse me officer I'm trying to find some weed, And he's like Shit, so are we, why don't you roll
Playing their guitar They're gettin' sprayed So listen up, hippies Getting shot dead is the new green (yeah) My name is Toby Queef I was sent here by Rucka Rucka Ali
I make them good kids smoke crack. I make them good kids smoke, Good kids smoke crack. Good kids smoke crack. Verse 1: You take Dupai (?) (Dupai) Torch
this price tag off of me In China we Have TV finally I can see show called Simpson family Why they yellow? That make fun of Chinee! Sing the song, Rucka Rucka Ali
[Intro:] I know a black guy! No, no, no, it's true! [Verse 1:] Oh yeah, I know a black guy Knowing a black guy makes me cool But I better watch out,