Ring A Ding Dong

(album: Black Man Of Steal - 2015)

I know how it feels to be left out
And that's what being Black is all about
Something's always going wrong
And that's why I'm rapping this song
I grew up living in the Hood
It was always bad, it was never good
I couldn't even hardly go outside
Where we heard gunshots, we had to hide
Not like we could have called the cops
They'd beat our asses and plant some Rocks
Police never cut us slack
If you ask me it's cause we're Black
Man, it's hard living in the streets
Ain't never got nothing to drink or eat
Lucky if we got some Ramen and Kool-Aid
We don't get food stamps till next Tuesday
And even If I had a little bit of money
Somebody would snatch it and take off running
No place for me to get a job
Everywhere I work keep getting robbed
I guess that's why I started selling Coke
Hey! It's better than being broke
Dealing on the corner Day and Night
I can finally afford those shoes I like
Got some hubcaps on my Datsun
And I could get a haircut whenever I want one
Everybody knew that I'm the man
When I roll up, you can hear me saying

A ring a ding dong, I'm number one
I'm the number one pimp living under the Sun
A ding dong deezy we's 'bout to get busy
Got a gun and I'm red hot, ready to run
A boom shaka lac, I'm on the clock
Gonna dance and sing and swing a little bit of Rock
I'm hippidy hopping 'till the day is done
I don't rap for the money, I just wanna have fun

One day I was sitting out
With my boy Eggnog, just chilling out
Talking 'bout stuff like Basketball
When his phone started ringing, he was getting a call
He hung up the phone and said yo, there's trouble
I said well, I'm down to bust a cap or a couple
We got up to leave when a car pulled up
A four-seat convertible ride with five sluts
One of them ladies was looking real fine
With big ol' titties and a round behind
I told Eggnog yo, that one's mine
He said Rucka! You out your mind?!
I said what's wrong? Look she flirting
Yeah but the only problem is SHE DIRTY
Ali, don't bone her!
I don't give a shit if ya got a bo-ner!
And that's when things got kinda heavy
Cause all them girls pulled out a Machete
They started to shoot Eggnog and me
We got the feeling it was time to leave
We ran off and said well, that was fun
I don't know 'bout you but let's smoke a blunt
We got real high, it felt real good
Cause it was just another day in the Hood

A ring a ding dong, I'm number one
I'm the number one pimp living under the Sun
A ding dong deezy we's 'bout to get busy
Got a gun and I'm red hot, ready to run
A boom shaka lac, I'm on the clock
Gonna dance and sing and swing a little bit of Rock
I'm hippidy hopping 'till the day is done
I don't rap for the money, I just wanna have fun

A ring a ding dong, I'm number one
I'm the number one pimp living under the Sun
A ding dong deezy we's 'bout to get busy
Got a gun and I'm red hot, ready to run
A boom shaka lac, I'm on the clock
Gonna dance and sing and swing a little bit of Rock
I'm hippidy hopping 'till the day is done
I don't rap for the money, I just wanna have fun

Yeah! Hip hop music!
All day and all night!
You can dance to it
Or just move your head!
Soon everybody's gonna be
Listening to this, man!
Even White people!
But then it'll go too far
And rap will get kinda gay
Not that there'll be anything wrong with that
Being gay will be pretty much accepted by everyone
Except us Black people
Kind of ironic, huh?