Rucka Rucka Ali - Ayrab's Paradise (parody of "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio) lyrics
[Rucka Rucka Ali - Ayrab's Paradise parody of "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio lyrics]
As I walk through the crowded
Street and blow up myself
I take a look at my life
And realize it's short as hell
'Cause I been blasted to so many parts that
Even Mohammed can't clean up
The mess I've become
But I ain't never blast a
Man that wasn't non-believer
Disagree with the Qoran
Ya know that's unheard of
Ya better watch where you're
Walking and going shopping
Where you going you won't need
To buy some socks
I'm reading the hadith and it's got a quote
Yo, go kill the infidel
It's pretty straightforward, cool
I'm the kind shahid that all
The homies wanna be like
Holding these dynamite and say
A prayer screaming jihad
Been martyred all my life
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been called to sacrifice
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I scream, "Bro
Aluwakbar" living in an Ayrab's paradise
Virgins wait for me up high
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
Look at the destination, we're on a airplane
I can't take a normal flight
I was raised by the sheik
So I gotta go bam into buildings
Too much jet fuel in the gas
Tank got me melting beams
I was educated to scream Muhammad jihad
Got some sand in my
Pants from destroying Riyadh
I could mold a bomb set
From Bakespray and a hanger
And my homies is brown so
Don't search us at airports, fool
They say killing is the not proper way
But if it's right in the book
Then what can I say?
It's funny jihad only means inner struggle
But my inners are now all over the floor
When we fly, then we want aisle seats
When we storm the pit, it's you or me, yeah
Been blown up all my life
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been called to sacrifice
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been martyred for Allah
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been eating all halal
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
Got the Arab money flying toward the tower
In another minute I'm gonna meet Muhammad
In Iran, they're working on building a bomb
That they could drop on Great Satan
But I ain't even hating
They say they got concerns 'cause I
Look like I'm from Turkey
If they're not fucking racist how
Can they search me?
I guess they am some racist folk
And that shit hurts, that's why I
Blow up on this fucking bus, dude
Been martyred all my life
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been called to sacrifice
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been blown up all my life
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I scream, "Bro, Allah, jihad"
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
Tell me why are we in crowded street
Is it 'cause we're wrapped in TNT?
When we fly then we want aisle seats
When we storm the pit it's you or me, yeah
Street and blow up myself
I take a look at my life
And realize it's short as hell
'Cause I been blasted to so many parts that
Even Mohammed can't clean up
The mess I've become
But I ain't never blast a
Man that wasn't non-believer
Disagree with the Qoran
Ya know that's unheard of
Ya better watch where you're
Walking and going shopping
Where you going you won't need
To buy some socks
I'm reading the hadith and it's got a quote
Yo, go kill the infidel
It's pretty straightforward, cool
I'm the kind shahid that all
The homies wanna be like
Holding these dynamite and say
A prayer screaming jihad
Been martyred all my life
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been called to sacrifice
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I scream, "Bro
Aluwakbar" living in an Ayrab's paradise
Virgins wait for me up high
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
Look at the destination, we're on a airplane
I can't take a normal flight
I was raised by the sheik
So I gotta go bam into buildings
Too much jet fuel in the gas
Tank got me melting beams
I was educated to scream Muhammad jihad
Got some sand in my
Pants from destroying Riyadh
I could mold a bomb set
From Bakespray and a hanger
And my homies is brown so
Don't search us at airports, fool
They say killing is the not proper way
But if it's right in the book
Then what can I say?
It's funny jihad only means inner struggle
But my inners are now all over the floor
When we fly, then we want aisle seats
When we storm the pit, it's you or me, yeah
Been blown up all my life
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been called to sacrifice
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been martyred for Allah
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been eating all halal
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
Got the Arab money flying toward the tower
In another minute I'm gonna meet Muhammad
In Iran, they're working on building a bomb
That they could drop on Great Satan
But I ain't even hating
They say they got concerns 'cause I
Look like I'm from Turkey
If they're not fucking racist how
Can they search me?
I guess they am some racist folk
And that shit hurts, that's why I
Blow up on this fucking bus, dude
Been martyred all my life
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been called to sacrifice
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I been blown up all my life
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
I scream, "Bro, Allah, jihad"
Living in an Ayrab's paradise
Tell me why are we in crowded street
Is it 'cause we're wrapped in TNT?
When we fly then we want aisle seats
When we storm the pit it's you or me, yeah