| I know how it feels to be left out
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| And that’s what bein' Black is all about
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| Something’s always goin' wrong
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| And that’s why I’m rappin' this song
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| I grew up livin' in the Hood
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| It was always bad, it was never good
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| I couldn’t even hardly go outside
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| Where we heard gunshots, we had to hide
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| Not like we could have called the cops
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| They’d beat our asses and plant some Rocks
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| Police never cut us slack
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| If you ask me it’s cause we’re Black
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| Man, it’s hard livin' in the streets
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| Ain’t never got nothin' to drink or eat
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| Lucky if we got some Ramen and Kool-Aid
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| We don’t get food stamps till next Tuesday
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| And even If I had a little bit of money
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| Somebody would snatch it and take off running
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| No place for me to get a job
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| Everywhere I work keep gettin' robbed
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| I guess that’s why I started sellin' Coke
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| Hey! |
| It’s better than bein' broke
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| Dealin' on the corner Day and Night
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| I can finally afford those shoes I like
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| Got some hubcaps on my Datsun
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| And I could get a haircut whenever I want one
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| Everybody knew that I’m the man
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| When I roll up, you can hear me sayin'
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| A ring a ding dong, I’m number one
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| I’m the number one pimp livin' under the Sun
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| A ding dong deezy we’s 'bout to get busy
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| Got a gun and I’m red hot, ready to run
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| A boom shaka lac, I’m on the clock
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| Gonna dance and sing and swing a little bit of Rock
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| I’m hippidy hoppin' 'till the day is done
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| I don’t rap for the money, I just wanna have fun
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| One day I was sitting out
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| With my boy Eggnog, just chilling out
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| Talkin' 'bout stuff like Basketball
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| When his phone started ringin', he was gettin' a call
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| He hung up the phone and said yo, there’s trouble
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| I said well, I’m down to bust a cap or a couple
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| We got up to leave when a car pulled up
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| A four-seat convertible ride with five sluts
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| One of them ladies was lookin' real fine
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| With big ol' titties and a round behind
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| I told Eggnog yo, that one’s mine
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| He said Rucka! |
| You out your mind?!
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| I said what’s wrong? |
| Look she flirting
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| Yeah but the only problem is SHE DIRTY
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| Ali, don’t bone her!
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| I don’t give a shit if ya got a bo-ner!
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| And that’s when things got kinda heavy
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| Cause all them girls pulled out a Machete
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| They started to shoot Eggnog and me
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| We got the feeling it was time to leave
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| We ran off and said well, that was fun
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| I don’t know 'bout you but let’s smoke a blunt
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| We got real high, it felt real good
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| Cause it was just another day in the Hood
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| A ring a ding dong, I’m number one
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| I’m the number one pimp livin' under the Sun
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| A ding dong deezy we’s 'bout to get busy
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| Got a gun and I’m red hot, ready to run
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| A boom shaka lac, I’m on the clock
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| Gonna dance and sing and swing a little bit of Rock
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| I’m hippidy hoppin' 'till the day is done
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| I don’t rap for the money, I just wanna have fun
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| A ring a ding dong, I’m number one
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| I’m the number one pimp livin' under the Sun
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| A ding dong deezy we’s 'bout to get busy
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| Got a gun and I’m red hot, ready to run
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| A boom shaka lac, I’m on the clock
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| Gonna dance and sing and swing a little bit of Rock
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| I’m hippidy hoppin' 'till the day is done
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| I don’t rap for the money, I just wanna have fun
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| Yeah! |
| Hip hop music!
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| All day and all night!
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| You can dance to it
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| Or just move your head!
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| Soon everybody’s gonna be
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| Listenin' to this, man!
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| Even White people!
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| But then it’ll go too far
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| And rap will get kinda gay
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| Not that there’ll be anything wrong with that
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| Being gay will be pretty much accepted by everyone
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| Except us Black people
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| Kind of ironic, huh? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ring a Ding Dong , by - Rucka Rucka Ali. Song from the album Black Man of Steal, in the genre