Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Live in Haiti, artist - Rucka Rucka Ali. Date of issue: 31.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Live in Haiti |
| Yeah boy, baby do it, get ya no pants and rum on |
| Blacking guys talking in French, ask someone |
| If you wanna shake a little and you’re into good tequila |
| Get up on the next air flight |
| Yeah, meet me in the airport right before it crumbles into rubble |
| And we’ll dance until we die |
| Get inside, never mind |
| Everything is now outside |
| If you feeling like you need a little bit of privacy |
| You get a towel on your thighs |
| You got change, I need a peso |
| Or maybe two, I got no cable |
| I’m eating lays with a cicada |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I want food, soup lite, a bite of rice |
| I need food, Klondikes, come on, let me eat, I need potatoes |
| Dude, we’ll die, you’re white, send stuff |
| I need suits, and pipes, send a check to me, I live in Haiti |
| I’m from the place that’s always shaking on me |
| We got a earthquake, they call us Quakers now |
| But ain’t got a bowl of oatmeal, ain’t got a plate on me |
| I’m eating a bug and drinking lake water |
| Send a cup of Pepsi and a waffles and a bacon |
| Life out here is good till the ground starts shaking |
| You see anybody on a cruise? |
| Don’t let 'em through, we gotta |
| Sell em necklace and a spoon, uh-uh, let’s go |
| Let’s hook a bike to Trisha Paytas |
| We’ll get to KFC within minutes |
| You have to get a ticket, come to Haiti on vacation |
| I ask you say a prayer, and send a couple payments |
| Need ketchup and some pickles and a bun |
| Our life is messed up, you black kids need to pull your pants up |
| Claire, let’s get Theo and play dress up and rape |
| We want cheese, we want some mayonnaise |
| Some pickle too, a burger patty |
| A milk shake, some fries and napkins |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I want food, call Mike’s, subs right, now I want |
| Meal two, small size, with a BLT, minus tomato |
| Who made my cup of Sprite, it’s flat |
| Fuck you, send it back, now I’m still thirsty, I live in Haiti |
| If we had Asians here tonight |
| They could find ways to make it right |
| General chicken call to dine |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I live in Haiti |
| If we had Asians here tonight |
| They would calculate and mathemize |
| Wish we had Asians here tonight |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| We living out in Haiti with our pants off |
| We dancing high on ketamine and bath salts |
| They sent us fetuccine with some ranch sauce |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| We built a little city on a bad fault |
| It shook a little and we had a bad fall |
| Jesus even saying it’s his dad’s fault |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| We want gays, a little Asians |
| A couple Jews, the real estate’ll |
| Pick up in days, they bring good ratings |
| Ay, look man |
| We want food, alright, some pie, come right |
| Now bring food, on rye, come on, let me eat, I live in Haiti |
| We got AIDS here tonight |
| Need to get paid to make it right |
| Couple more Asians making rice |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I live in Haiti |
| We are the Haitians getting by |
| We need some help but not from whites |
| Call up the nation of Islam |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I want food, call Mike, to call shike, to call Mark |
| I need food, I stole bikes, come on, let me eat, I live in Haiti |