Lyrics Prince Ali Obama - Rucka Rucka Ali

Prince Ali Obama

Uh Michelle.
Uh Melanie
What’s that sound outside?
Make way for my Denali
Make way I’m Bengali
Since I’ve been out of the White House
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
In a stolen Impala
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)