Rucka Rucka Ali

Rucka Rucka Ali - I'm Obama lyrics

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Michelle, can we go bomb dropping? 



I'm gonna smoke some crack, 

Only got 20 rocks in my pocket 

I'm Obama, run and tell ya momma 

Bitch, I want some corn dogs 



I walk up into Congress like 

What up with all the ruckus? 

I'm the lead speaker 

Of the Big Black Caucus 

I'm here to give back 

To all my crackheads and junkies 

Joe Biden says, "Damn, I'm a old ass honky!" 

I'm a little f**kin' lazy 

I get high with Jay-Z 

and give myself a raise, 

cuz I'm the one who pays me 

Happy Reverend Dr. Martin Luther Jr. King Blvd. Street 

Now let me get a chicken samwich at the KFC 

Shit, but Michelle, it was 99 cents! 

I'm just gonna pocket shit 

Chicken bits and chocolate chips 

And anyone that's starting shit 

is getting hit with rocket ships 

I'ma drop a bomb on anyone that's even talking shit 

It's politics, wanna come start the next apocalypse? 

I'ma bomb Pakistan, I was born in Pakistan 

No, for real, I used to smoke crack in I'm Blackistan 

Standin' round, handing out burritos at the border 

Let's keep the Mexicans away from my daughters 

You want f**king health care? 

I'll give you some MichelleCare 

Brocolli and excercise, several kinds of welfare 

Hell, I'm still on welfare 

Food Stamps, bridge cards 

I still smoke crack, smack a bitch and steal cars 

I could blow up any country from my cell phone 

Michelle, wait hold on, where'd Michelle go? 



I'm gonna choke a tramp 

Homie, got glocks in my pocket 

All your mamas workin' for Obama 

On the White House street corner 

I'm gonna smoke a pack 

Only got a couple fried chicken buckets 

Me, Michelle and Hillary and Palin, 

It's a f**king foursome 



What you know about fightin' against evil? 

What you know abut bombing countries full of brown people? 

I did it, I shot Bin Laden like a damn peasant 

One man's nigga is another man's president 

I was born in Chicago, that's a village in Africa 

All we had to eat was dog shit with paprika 

I'm illuminati, you could find me on the dollar bill 

I cut through lines at Disney rides 

And the cider mill 

Playing with Nancy Reagan's granny panties 

In the Oval Office getting my cock sucked, muthaf**ka 

I'm wearing Abe Lincoln's top hat, muthaf**ka 

I'm smoking JFK's crack rocks, muthaf**ka 

They be like, "All of these kids are pretty dumb" 

I'm like "Yo, how about these broke ass teachers?" 

Kids are dumb f**ks, and teachers want money 

So let's give teachers money, and maybe they'll wanna teach. 

I call that a plain common sense solution 

I smoke crack with a rolled up Constitution 

I hate America! First chance I get, 

You can bet I'll give this place 

Back to the Cherokas 

If you cross your eyes at Osama bin Laden 

It sorta kinda looks like Obama Binen 

I'ma Muslim, praise Osama, 

And I did 9/11, it was a mistake! 

One I'm not proud of 

How could I have known you'd elect me president? 

I look like a Taliban marathon runner, 

This is awkward 



I'm gonna bomb Iraq 

Before they try to build a nuclear rocket 

Achmadina, daba duba dilla, 

Bitch I'm comin' for ya



I smoke the baddest dro 

I stole a Camaro 

I boned the fattest ho 

From that bus stop down the road 

I drop the baddest bombs 

I was born in Taiwan 

I can do what I want 

Got them fly ass Nigga drones 



I'm gonna smoke some crack, 

Only got 20 rocks in my pocket 

I'm Obama, run and tell ya momma 

Bitch, I want some pork chops.
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