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Bloods and Crips, Act like kids They always fightin' each other, And I don't like it I see them hatin' on each other, and it's sad, bro That's why I got a red shirt, and blue pants on I wanna make nice, Between Bloods and Crips They could work out, Through their tons of differences (See, I like red and you like blue) They're the same thing, But they fight in every state Except Connecticut But that's like the fucking whitest place I never saw why, Bloods don't get along with Crips (along with Crips) They should be thinking about uniting Let's be friends! (Yeah) And I'll be wearing red kicks, with blue tube socks Bloods and Crips, Should all sit down, And talk their problems out (There's pizza!) Letras de canciones Crips and Bloods get along (Crips and Bloods should get along) Just drop the guns, And play basketball Put down the guns (it could be fun) Crips and Bloods All calm down I mean, c'mon, what you fightin' for? Let's go, come on Put down the gun! I really wanna, Hear a Crip say "Ya'll can wear red, and sling a couple bitches on my turf today" I'd love to see you assholes agree Bloods and Crips don't have to fight (Don't have to fight) I would even say it to their face, But then I would get shot (Oh yeah I so would get shot) They would beat my ass up Bloods and Crips would blast me, If I tried to spread peace in the hood But if that would unite them, 'Cause both of them don't like me Wouldn't that be good, Then maybe I should Go in the city And take a bullet And win the Noble prize for peace, I think I would at least win some bullshit hippie-shit prize Cause I'm a be the corpse to finally unite the- Crips and Bloods get along (Crips and bloods should get along) Just drop the guns And play basketball Put down the guns (it could be fun) Crips and Bloods All calm down I mean, c'mon, what you fightin' for? Let's go, come on Put down the gun! My name is Rucka Rucka Ali And I'm some sort of cracker Wierd Al couldn't say half the shit that I said You call me racist on Serchlite TV Well, first of all, I think that I am Chinese MC Serch's passed out He blacked out, laughin' Please stop askin' him why he co-signed my stupid ass Jeez, lighten up, you sensitive pricks Ayo, Paul Bakes yo girl has seen my dick They pay me by the click, So ya'll can keep on talkin' mad shit Spendin' hours trashin' my ass, while I cash in Everyone goes "Yo, get out yo mama's attic" You always stay at home too if folks wanted to blast you I can do whatever I like Whether I'm black or whether I'm white I run red lights, It's an old habit I smoke crack and I let babies play with matchsticks Yo ladies stop yo antics Don't make me smack a bitch I blow up China, Filipino faggots Herro! Get off the set of Home Alone, Michael Jackson Am I black? Or from Iraq? Or Alaskan? I think my race is unknown, So stop askin! Crips and Bloods Let's get along Just drop the guns And play basketball Put down the guns Crips and Bloods All calm down I mean, c'mon, what you fightin' for? Let's go, come on Put down the gun! Crips and Bloods... From Letras Mania