I Live in Haiti - Rucka Rucka Ali

Yeah boy, baby do it, get ya no pants and rum on

Blacking guys talking in French, ask someone

If you wanna shake a little and you’re into good tequila

Get up on the next air flight

Yeah, meet me in the airport right before it crumbles into rubble

And we’ll dance until we die

Get inside, never mind

Everything is now outside

If you feeling like you need a little bit of privacy

You get a towel on your thighs

You got change, I need a peso

Or maybe two, I got no cable

I’m eating lays with a cicada

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I want food, soup lite, a bite of rice

I need food, Klondikes, come on, let me eat, I need potatoes

Dude, we’ll die, you’re white, send stuff

I need suits, and pipes, send a check to me, I live in Haiti

I’m from the place that’s always shaking on me

We got a earthquake, they call us Quakers now

But ain’t got a bowl of oatmeal, ain’t got a plate on me

I’m eating a bug and drinking lake water

Send a cup of Pepsi and a waffles and a bacon

Life out here is good till the ground starts shaking

You see anybody on a cruise?

Don’t let 'em through, we gotta

Sell em necklace and a spoon, uh-uh, let’s go

Let’s hook a bike to Trisha Paytas

We’ll get to KFC within minutes

You have to get a ticket, come to Haiti on vacation

I ask you say a prayer, and send a couple payments

Need ketchup and some pickles and a bun

Our life is messed up, you black kids need to pull your pants up

Claire, let’s get Theo and play dress up and rape

We want cheese, we want some mayonnaise

Some pickle too, a burger patty

A milk shake, some fries and napkins

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I want food, call Mike’s, subs right, now I want

Meal two, small size, with a BLT, minus tomato

Who made my cup of Sprite, it’s flat

Fuck you, send it back, now I’m still thirsty, I live in Haiti

If we had Asians here tonight

They could find ways to make it right

General chicken call to dine

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I live in Haiti

If we had Asians here tonight

They would calculate and mathemize

Wish we had Asians here tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We living out in Haiti with our pants off

We dancing high on ketamine and bath salts

They sent us fetuccine with some ranch sauce

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We built a little city on a bad fault

It shook a little and we had a bad fall

Jesus even saying it’s his dad’s fault

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We want gays, a little Asians

A couple Jews, the real estate’ll

Pick up in days, they bring good ratings

Ay, look man

We want food, alright, some pie, come right

Now bring food, on rye, come on, let me eat, I live in Haiti

We got AIDS here tonight

Need to get paid to make it right

Couple more Asians making rice

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I live in Haiti

We are the Haitians getting by

We need some help but not from whites

Call up the nation of Islam

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I want food, call Mike, to call shike, to call Mark

I need food, I stole bikes, come on, let me eat, I live in Haiti