Mark Ronson - Um Ricka lyrics

[Intro] L'hypocrisie dans la politique Ce n'est pas bon. Ce n'est pas bon. Nous n'en voulons pas Démagogie dans la politique Ce n'est pas bon. Ce n'est pas bon. Nous n'en voulons pas La dictature dans la politique Ce n'est pas bon. Ce n'est pas bon. Nous n'en voulons pas [Verse 1-Wale] Made it out Naija with nothing in the bank DC cabs got my pops alright UDC where he met my mother Couple years later they had my brother Low income no bills getting paid Not to mention Wale is on the way It was just the four of us uptown corners Peabody street venturing off Georgia I never hugged no corner That is not an ice-cream truck that's a coroner Back when crack was enormous Moved it to Maryland so that couldn't harm us Thinking I was OK Got in more trouble as I got up that age And I was getting whipped at home in sixth grade But it made me the man I am today, Thanks [Verse 2-K'naan] I was similar, plus I was born in middle of k** 'em up 'dishu make gore in the cinema Steering up, trouble was pouring the villain up Little nutjobs come swarming the village up I was small with my skinny bu*t Had to D up like all in a titty cup Pop-pop, hit a mini mug sh**ty but I seeing brain getting splited-up So they taught me to spray But more importantly taught me to pray Oh, mama got a visa You mean to tell we goin' Um Ricka Now they want me to grease-up, be less African and get amnesia Nah! Slumdog Million G's up My past gives M.C.s a rap seizure [Verse 3-Wale] And I'm similar Critics fall in love when I'm spitting it Flow unf**withable, n***as impotent Mama was an immigrant, money slow coming in No benefits still a n***a never hissy fit This the land of the white man We don't plan it to pan out, why fight back? I just write that right by a mic stand Write a couple checks if a couple y'all like that It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen See with a District Columbia vision Along with these Yoruba contact lenses Oh yeah, pops got a visa Think he regret coming to Um Ricka Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers And you believe when a rapper wan' be one [Verse 4-K'naan] K'naan and Wale got money in the bank In the T.Dot I'm a soldier with ranks Mark from Kingston was a gun runner Used to call me the African Don Dada Rap sheet was as long as a Sudanese brother You ain't more street so go s** your mother I'm fresh, and yes I rock my fedoras Amadou & Mariam but still no chorus I never said [???] Though horoscopes couldn't scope my horrors Rappers please step forward I'm a magician so please focus It go 'Abracadabra' Mixing potion from African forests Oops, I'm so sorry Just turned your street cred to whole-wheat porridge Ha-ha K'naan, Wale [Outro-Wale] Aw man, it's been a ride It's been a hell of a journey for me man We started off just kinda pa**ing around CDs With uhh motherf**in' sharpies written on the CDs And now, you know, I'm a couple mixtapes in Had, like, the mixtape of the year A lot of people called it last year So you know You know how Jay-Z said he wasn't going for the charts On Um, Deaf Auto-tune Like I wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year Or like monumental mixtape of the moment Like, you know what I'm sayin' It was more so like, I just want to get my rapping on And with n***as want to get their rapping on So let's get our rapping on