Rucka Rucka Ali Ring a Ding Dong song lyrics

I know how it feels to be left out And that's what bein' Black is all about Something's always goin' wrong And that's why I'm rappin' this song I grew up livin' in the Hood It was always bad, it was never good I couldn't even hardly go outside Where we heard gunshots, we had to hide Not like we could have called the cops They'd beat our asses And plant some Rocks Police never cut us slack If you ask me

It's cause we're Black

Man, it's hard livin' in the streets

Ain't never got nothin' to drink or eat

Lucky if we got some Ramen and Kool-Aid

We don't get food stamps

Till next Tuesday

And even If I had a little bit of money

Somebody would snatch it

And take off running

No place for me to get a job

Everywhere I work keep gettin' robbed

I guess that's why I started sellin' Coke

Hey! It's better than bein' broke

Dealin' on the corner Day and Night

I can finally afford those shoes I like

Got some hubcaps on my???

And I could get a haircut

Whenever I want one

Everybody knew that I'm the man

When I pull up, you can hear me sayin'

A ring a ding dong, I'm number one

I'm the number one pimp

Livin' under the Sun

A ding dong deezy we's 'bout to get busy

Got a gun and I'm red hot, ready to run

A boom shaka lac, I'm on the clock

Gonna dance and sing and swing

A little bit of Rock

I'm hippidy hoppin' 'till the day is done

I don't rap for the money

I just wanna have fun

One day I was sitting out

With my boy Eggnog, just chilling out

Talkin' 'bout stuff like Basketball

When his phone started ringin'

He was gettin' a call

He hung up the phone and said

Yo, there's trouble

I said

Well, I'm down to bust a cap or a couple

We got up to leave when a car pulled up

A four-seat convertible ride

With five sluts

One of them ladies was lookin' real fine

With big ol' titties and a round behind

I told Eggnog

Yo, that one's mine

He said

Rucka! You out your mind?!

I said

What's wrong? Look she flirting

Yeah but the only problem is SHE DIRTY

Don't bone her!

I don't give a shit if ya got a bo-ner!

And that's when things got kinda heavy

Cause all them girls pulled out a Machete

They started to shoot Eggnog and me

We got the feeling it was time to leave

We ran off and said

Well, that was fun

I don't know 'bout you

But let's smoke a blunt

We got real high

It felt real good

Cause it was just another day in the Hood

A ring a ding dong I'm number one

I'm the number one pimp

Livin' under the sun

A ding dong deezy

We's 'bout to get busy

Got a gun and I'm red hot

Ready to run

A boom shaka lac

I'm on the clock

Gonna dance and sing

And swing a little bit of Rock

I'm hippidy hoppin' 'till the day is done

I don't rap for the money

I just wanna have fun

Yeah! Hip hop music!

All day and all night!

You can dance to it

Or just move your head!

Soon everybody's gonna be

Listenin' to this, man!

Even White people!

But then it'll go too far

And rap will get kinda gay

Not that there'll be

anything wrong with that

Being gay will be pretty much

Accepted by everyone

Except us Black people

Kind of ironic, huh?