Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear White People, artist - Rucka Rucka Ali. Date of issue: 25.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dear White People |
| Smoking a blunt in my new Aston |
| Borrowed it from a man who wants it back |
| Said I just gotta take it to get some crack |
| Oh woah in my new car |
| As I’m driving the cops say hey |
| Did we beat a black guy today? |
| Police pull me over and I told 'em no please |
| I’m Kobe |
| My head hit the curb that they threw me on |
| They said you should’ve fucking said that you’re Lebron |
| They took my Aston Martin and they all went bowling |
| Bowling |
| Why am I treated this way because of my color |
| I thought shit would be different after Obama |
| But it’s only racister now, it true though |
| Oh yeah |
| Trump, did you get elected here through ya man |
| What is your connection to the ku cucks klan? |
| Did you ever molest that little nigga Trudeau? |
| Dear White People |
| I got me some questions you could answer me bro |
| Why is you oppressing all of my-y people |
| Why you all pretending like you’re not evil? |
| Dear White People |
| Sitting around in a fucking gazebo |
| Sipping on a bottle of Pellegrino |
| Stroking on a cute ass little fucking beagle |
| Oh |
| Why do you attack us everywhere that we go? |
| Telling us to park your Porsche |
| Guess how it affects our ego |
| (Lemme get your phone thing code) |
| Why you always bragging that you have one black amigo? |
| Lemme guess if does he know |
| That you say words like negro |
| You hire fucking Pablo |
| To cut your fucking shrub bro |
| But I can’t get a job though |
| If I’m not fucking rob lowe |
| Everytime you do a crime the charges always got dropped |
| But I’m always getting thrown in prison yeah I got got |
| When you’re up out in the street up in the morning running |
| And you see us and you always think we’re gonna mug you |
| I just wanna see if you had any extra money |
| Why I gotta chase you when you take off running |
| Police on the streets all fuck with my peoples |
| Took my desert eagles and all my pringles |
| Why you always think that every brother sells crack |
| I’m just selling Wii Box 2s and a Dell Mac |
| I sleep on the street bro outside of home depot |
| Shoes are made of bondo, house is made at kinko’s |
| Chilling at the red box, smoking on some red rocks |
| Used to be a shortstop playing with the red sox |
| Oh yeah |
| Dear White People |
| Why you always telling me what shit is legal |
| Why you take my opportunities from me bro |
| Why my new car now getting repo’ed |
| Dear White People |
| Sitting round listening to Flock of Seagulls |
| Listening to Iron Maiden and Meat Loaf |
| Buying fucking new shirts at Uniqlo |
| Oh |
| How the hell we ever gon get out poverty yo |
| All we got is EBT clothes |
| Some of us still wearing jncos |
| (Got gold where our teeth go) |
| Where the fuck did all them good times and the peace go? |
| Black on black crime cuts deep yo |
| Hurting ourself like emos |
| We’re Black People |
| Individuality traded for hammer and sickle |
| Ghost of Booker T lays comatose and feeble |
| History repeats itself like a ripple |
| Mohito Burrito |
| Salad and Dorito |
| Five dollar wonton, comes with young chinko |
| You can get shwarma, blow up all the gringos |
| (Wig wog ag wig wog) |
| Let’s have some pizza |
| Don’t think for yourself no |
| Find out where you came from |
| Dress up like a retard |
| Base your life on choices of dead old people |
| They must’ve known something that we don’t |
| Dear White People |
| (Now on Netflix) |