[Wyclef Jean (Missy Elliott)]
Brrrr, yeah (ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah)
It's over, uh huh (that's right)
Missy with the Preachers Son, uh huh (ok)
It's over (ok), I told ya (yeah)
J-CLEF, let's go (ew, WOO)
Brrrrr
[Missy Elliott]
(uh oh)
Yeah, hey yo Clef (oh)
([Wylcef:] Uh huh)
Uh oh (uh oh), these motherfuckers ain't ready for
this shit (oh)
([Wyclef:] Hey)
[Missy Elliott]
Me and Clef on this track what you want
Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't
Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk (huh)
Sound like gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk
(c'mon)
I drink that Dom Perignon (oh)
I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh)
I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned (yeah)
I got them gunshots, head knock 'til my bed stop
[Wyclef Jean]
Hey [echoes]
It goes, “Missy you hit me with the henny got me dizzy
like a lesbi
I heard you wear turtleneckses' to hide your hickies.”
I'm freaky, dickie, like Samantha ‘Sex in the City'
Lookie, lookie here
I only came to party
Easy shorty, with one dance
I put you in a trance
Not a body experience
As time flies, we have fun
But I don't want it to pass
My total love gots you waiting like a whoop-lash
Hey [echoes]
[Break - Missy Elliott]
I teach you what you want (oh yeah)
The things you need to know (oh yeah)
Come in and shut the door (yeah)
Lets get this party goin (uh huh)
Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs
(oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
1,2,3,4
In the mornin, in the evenin
In the nighttime, gotta have it
It's a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin another language
[Female - singing: x2] Bo habibi, Nishtage'a
It's official raise your glasses
Cause this party gonna go to Damascus
[Wyclef Jean]
Its me turn
I'm Mr. International
Cause when I move, everybody moves (Causto mi la'more
mi das-mi-yor)
That's was French, if I missed ya
You want Spanish y'all
All my guys grab two ladies now (Mi alas amigos puedos
dos senorita yo)
(Japanese lib)
Freakin' in Japanese shooting in the West Indies
Its breaking down, go and fetch the wrench
I'm suddenly all Jewish
And tossin' it up at a Bar-mitz-pha
[Break - w/ ad libs]
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Interlude - Wyclef Jean - 2X]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it
[Missy Elliott]
W-Y to the Clef (c'mon)
Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest
(yeah)
"Milk does your body good," come on take a sip
Like [3 slurping noises], it taste good don't it
You's a fine dreadlock, come on get
How many times Missy crushed the very best?
How many bombs on my summer, Funk Flex? (uh)
As many times as Teddy Reilly said "yep, yep"
Did you get it?
I stays on your mind like a fitted (uh)
Like Diddy make you walk for cheesecakes to the city
(woo)
Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain't nothin pretty (uh)
Me and Clef steppin to the mic to get busy (c'mon)
[Chorus]
[Missy Elliott - talking]
(uh oh) Yeah, hey yo Clef
(uh oh) Uh oh
[Wyclef Jean - talking]
What's up Missy (uh oh)
You know I love ya girl (oh)
What's up Missy
Let's go (uh)
I got the guitar soundin like a satar
Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security
Call police [fades out]
Peace God Lyrics – wyclef jean
[Intro]
I'm only eight
I got no choice but to sling crack
Yo who you pushin weight for
Dog I ain't no rat
Cause rats get found in the back of garbage trucks
With they mouth taped up
Lookin like sittin ducks
Well you don't look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up
What more small the market, Clef
You get stuck up
With what
From a fiend
I just bought a twenty-two
Now it's funny you should say that
Cause the gun looks bigger than you
Now get your ass back in the house
Shut up!
**
From BK back to NJ
Crouchin tiger style
Let's go
[Continuous Humming]
Feel it
Feel it
Peace God
[Chorus]
Peace God
You gave me the voice to speak, God
Speak God
Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard
Peace God
Peace
You gave me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade- my message to the streets, y'all
[Repeat]
Yo peace God
These words came from a revelation
Whether you free or you going through incarceration
Inhale, exhale herbal meditation
Put the fire arms away
Cause we don't want no confrontation
Not me, I'm talkin bout you jerk
Cause when you die your life ain't even worth the paperwork
So, peace God, even through war we bring peace
And after the blood shed then your first son deceased
And you will understand I'm the beginning of the end
The alpha, omega, the present, and the future
So hold on to your winchester
Cause the hollow tip penetrate lead through your polyester
Peace God, even though we ice the wrist
Guzzle the fifth
Protect us with a crucifix, Lord
And bless me with an extra clip
So just in case one jam release my twin from my waistband
[Chorus x 2]
Ay, yo peace God
I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard
But in this game of life I was dealt the wrong card
I wasn't born this way it just came to be
Sellin crack through a alley where the fiends rally
Where the dealer was the president
And the fiend was the voter so they voted for the government
And stick ups was only natural
It seem every other day a new gun pointed at you
Peace God
Yo only God got the answer
And sorry bout ya mom dyin of cancer
But congratulations, I heard you no longer a runner
You a big man now, the black Tony Montana
But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy
Trust me I did sing for the Kennedies
Until we meet again feel my words through my pen
And stay pure in the city of sin
[Chorus x 2]
[Humming]
[Chorus x 2]
I'm only eight
I got no choice but to sling crack
Yo who you pushin weight for
Dog I ain't no rat
Cause rats get found in the back of garbage trucks
With they mouth taped up
Lookin like sittin ducks
Well you don't look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up
What more small the market, Clef
You get stuck up
With what
From a fiend
I just bought a twenty-two
Now it's funny you should say that
Cause the gun looks bigger than you
Now get your ass back in the house
Shut up!
**
From BK back to NJ
Crouchin tiger style
Let's go
[Continuous Humming]
Feel it
Feel it
Peace God
[Chorus]
Peace God
You gave me the voice to speak, God
Speak God
Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard
Peace God
Peace
You gave me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade- my message to the streets, y'all
[Repeat]
Yo peace God
These words came from a revelation
Whether you free or you going through incarceration
Inhale, exhale herbal meditation
Put the fire arms away
Cause we don't want no confrontation
Not me, I'm talkin bout you jerk
Cause when you die your life ain't even worth the paperwork
So, peace God, even through war we bring peace
And after the blood shed then your first son deceased
And you will understand I'm the beginning of the end
The alpha, omega, the present, and the future
So hold on to your winchester
Cause the hollow tip penetrate lead through your polyester
Peace God, even though we ice the wrist
Guzzle the fifth
Protect us with a crucifix, Lord
And bless me with an extra clip
So just in case one jam release my twin from my waistband
[Chorus x 2]
Ay, yo peace God
I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard
But in this game of life I was dealt the wrong card
I wasn't born this way it just came to be
Sellin crack through a alley where the fiends rally
Where the dealer was the president
And the fiend was the voter so they voted for the government
And stick ups was only natural
It seem every other day a new gun pointed at you
Peace God
Yo only God got the answer
And sorry bout ya mom dyin of cancer
But congratulations, I heard you no longer a runner
You a big man now, the black Tony Montana
But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy
Trust me I did sing for the Kennedies
Until we meet again feel my words through my pen
And stay pure in the city of sin
[Chorus x 2]
[Humming]
[Chorus x 2]
The PJ's Lyrics – wyclef jean
Mmmmmmmmm... yeah
[Wyclef]
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
[Verse 1]
Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope
Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels
Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot
The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs
when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left
Now they flesh being swept off the surface
If you ain't B.I.G., you ain't Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep
Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums
Another one in the obituary column son
[Chorus]
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
(PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's! PJ's
[Verse 2]
Before I was signed, I used to move on the block
All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line
to prison - and take a message to Shyne
Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero
It's a "Hardknock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough
You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal
It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin
"Team Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine
In the projects God, nuttin come easy
Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy
Move like a professional, young thug funeral
Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial?
Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it
Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live
and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge
Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest
I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death
Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it
Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets
The 'P' stand for public housing
The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's
The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry
The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk
You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich
And the 'T'... trust no one
And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome...
[Chorus]
[Wyclef]
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
[Verse 1]
Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope
Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels
Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot
The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs
when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left
Now they flesh being swept off the surface
If you ain't B.I.G., you ain't Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep
Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums
Another one in the obituary column son
[Chorus]
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
(PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's! PJ's
[Verse 2]
Before I was signed, I used to move on the block
All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line
to prison - and take a message to Shyne
Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero
It's a "Hardknock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough
You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal
It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin
"Team Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine
In the projects God, nuttin come easy
Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy
Move like a professional, young thug funeral
Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial?
Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it
Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live
and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge
Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest
I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death
Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it
Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets
The 'P' stand for public housing
The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's
The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry
The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk
You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich
And the 'T'... trust no one
And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome...
[Chorus]
80 Bars Lyrics – wyclef jean
[Intro: Wyclef]
80 bars, 80 scars
Yo, engineer turn me up, yo
[Wyclef]
I started off in the underground
From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound
Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers
Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter
Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok
I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"
Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's
That's when the Angel came to you and said "It's all a Masquerade"
Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace
I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space
With no trace of what happened last night
I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe
Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger
Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner
Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas
Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca"
Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover
Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver
That's when I realize I need to find a new hustle
Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle
I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified
I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized
Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill'
But with no street credibility, your overkill
You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta
Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you
Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles
And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you
Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you
But in the after life, I'ma still touch you
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
That's when the center man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale
That's when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell"
Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up
I seen him cut from his head to his nuts
You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me
Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear
Back to the silence, no more droppin science
Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence
And they ain't are's, all they do is charge credit cards
And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars
Now how you figure? I ain't rent a car
I wasn't at the spa, I ain't by the bar
Now here's a jewel when you get your first record deal
Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal
First Class, caviar in the vel'
In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels
Remember, the music in the streets like the streets
You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat
The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song
You take me how, you must be high off heroin
Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10
Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine
I move with faith, I never have doubt
I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out
But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score"
To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour
I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors
They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short
That's when the Father said "Take me to this lesson"
They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson
I felt that, so I went back to my format
Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks
Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that
And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch
Technique 12, Benito hits the watts
Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed
Now sing along like a negro spiritual
No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle
What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot?
You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock
I'm too focused, I can see through your lens
You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said...
"The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection
I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"
[Outro]
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars
80 bars, 80 scars
Yo, engineer turn me up, yo
[Wyclef]
I started off in the underground
From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound
Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers
Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter
Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok
I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"
Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's
That's when the Angel came to you and said "It's all a Masquerade"
Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace
I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space
With no trace of what happened last night
I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe
Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger
Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner
Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas
Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca"
Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover
Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver
That's when I realize I need to find a new hustle
Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle
I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified
I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized
Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill'
But with no street credibility, your overkill
You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta
Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you
Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles
And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you
Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you
But in the after life, I'ma still touch you
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
That's when the center man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale
That's when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell"
Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up
I seen him cut from his head to his nuts
You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me
Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear
Back to the silence, no more droppin science
Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence
And they ain't are's, all they do is charge credit cards
And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars
Now how you figure? I ain't rent a car
I wasn't at the spa, I ain't by the bar
Now here's a jewel when you get your first record deal
Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal
First Class, caviar in the vel'
In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels
Remember, the music in the streets like the streets
You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat
The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song
You take me how, you must be high off heroin
Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10
Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine
I move with faith, I never have doubt
I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out
But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score"
To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour
I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors
They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short
That's when the Father said "Take me to this lesson"
They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson
I felt that, so I went back to my format
Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks
Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that
And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch
Technique 12, Benito hits the watts
Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed
Now sing along like a negro spiritual
No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle
What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot?
You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock
I'm too focused, I can see through your lens
You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said...
"The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection
I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"
[Outro]
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars
Masquerade Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Bumpy Knuckles, M.O.P.)
[Wyclef (Billy Danze)]
The streets is mad right now (Tell em' why we mad!)
Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town
(Get outta town! Get out!)
Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)
Uh, Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (Oh, oh)
Yo, you're number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!)
Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!)
Because the block knows hot! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die kids'll throw rocks at your hearse
Cause you lie too much you ain't got no gat at your arms reach
Just aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs
Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV
Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!'
You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared Hannibal
But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'ma call it like I see it and ya'll livin in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out with the bagette
Money with no respect, that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through Brownsville
You wan't peace, you better call Churchill
If not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. family
And plays guitar at your eulogy
You wanna claim you run the blocks! (You're a masquerade!)
Givin' information to the cops! (You're a masquerade!)
Howc ome you've never seen a rock! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
[Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)]
Uh, uh, uh
Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up
(They see it) William Danze'll show you how to get it crunk
(I'm still) plottin' with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef
(Forever) We're world mackin' thats to the death
Nigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get back
Before you get a setback and get clapped
That's it and that's that, Clap!
(Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!)
Now I'm gone nigga haul that
Take all that and fall back
[Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still ? down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit
Nigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh)
You don't wanna ride niggas we got road rage!
[Wyclef (M.O.P.)]
Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
[Bumpy Knuckles]
I'm here, I'm here
Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't a facade
Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' emcees I bring it hard
Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard
R&B singer the greatest and now barred
Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got more bombs left you punk niggas
Reach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms left
You ain't a pimp nigga you ain't a mack
You keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the track
Drinkin' coke cold wearin' long mink coats black
Hear them twelve inch stillettos tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part
Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard
I keep the underground in shape and never be soft
You wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin' me off!
[Wyclef (M.O.P.)]
Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the middle east
[Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)]
Uh uh uh (uh) uh (uh)
Uh (uh) uh uh (uh) uh (uh)
Uh uh (uh) uh (uh) yeah (uh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (uh) yeah (yeah) waiya!
The streets is mad right now (Tell em' why we mad!)
Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town
(Get outta town! Get out!)
Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)
Uh, Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (Oh, oh)
Yo, you're number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!)
Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!)
Because the block knows hot! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die kids'll throw rocks at your hearse
Cause you lie too much you ain't got no gat at your arms reach
Just aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs
Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV
Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!'
You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared Hannibal
But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'ma call it like I see it and ya'll livin in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out with the bagette
Money with no respect, that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through Brownsville
You wan't peace, you better call Churchill
If not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. family
And plays guitar at your eulogy
You wanna claim you run the blocks! (You're a masquerade!)
Givin' information to the cops! (You're a masquerade!)
Howc ome you've never seen a rock! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
[Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)]
Uh, uh, uh
Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up
(They see it) William Danze'll show you how to get it crunk
(I'm still) plottin' with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef
(Forever) We're world mackin' thats to the death
Nigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get back
Before you get a setback and get clapped
That's it and that's that, Clap!
(Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!)
Now I'm gone nigga haul that
Take all that and fall back
[Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]
I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still ? down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit
Nigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh)
You don't wanna ride niggas we got road rage!
[Wyclef (M.O.P.)]
Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
[Bumpy Knuckles]
I'm here, I'm here
Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't a facade
Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' emcees I bring it hard
Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard
R&B singer the greatest and now barred
Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got more bombs left you punk niggas
Reach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms left
You ain't a pimp nigga you ain't a mack
You keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the track
Drinkin' coke cold wearin' long mink coats black
Hear them twelve inch stillettos tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part
Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard
I keep the underground in shape and never be soft
You wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin' me off!
[Wyclef (M.O.P.)]
Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the middle east
[Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)]
Uh uh uh (uh) uh (uh)
Uh (uh) uh uh (uh) uh (uh)
Uh uh (uh) uh (uh) yeah (uh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (uh) yeah (yeah) waiya!
You Say Keep It Gangsta Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Butch Cassidy, Big Jack, Sharissa)
[B] Wyclef, Butch Cassidy, Sharissa
[W] What up
[S] Unnnnnh!
[B] From the West Indies to the West Coast
[W] Callabo
[B] You say keep it gangsta
[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(Gangster, la la la la, la la la la)
[Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
I want to dedicate this chant to my people locked down livin life in the yard
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Keep a shank boofed up in their tape just in case a thug wanna play hard
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
All this ice-grillin talk bout you King of New York, now you wanna call a guard
(THAT AIN'T GANGSTA)
But it's too late when the guard show up cause your body's going straight to the morgue
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(...GANGSTER)
[Butch Cassidy (Wyclef & Sharissa)]
I wanna dedicate this jam to the ladies holdin spots when they fellows lock down
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Keep a glock in they pocket blowin shots till they pray I'm in town
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
And to the snitch that ratted on rich the streets got you 16 rounds
(THAT AIN'T GANGSTA)
But theres only one place for a gully rat, six feet under the ground
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
I'm gon keep it gangsta
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
La la la la, la la la la
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(...GANGSTER)
[Big Jack (Butch Cassidy)]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Yo, stop with the posin
Y'all ain't really holdin
I'm about to open, a chapter of the Omen
Casket, closin, bodies, frozen
I've, been chosen, y'all forsaken
Ante up, so the chains get taken
Flash backs of the rock season in the making
Ain't no more MC'n, ice is just gleamin
And you wonder why you got robbed, cause your life had no meaning, fake gangsta
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(...GANGSTER)
Nobody, nobody, nobody
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
[Sharissa (Butch Cassidy)]
Now what would you do if Henchman's came for you? (GANGSTA)
9 out of 10 times you would flea your crew (GANGSTA)
So people your lying say you running these streets (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You better watch out cause they have heat (GANGSTA)
Now what would you do if Big Jack came for you? (GANGSTA)
9 out of 10 times you would leave your crew (GANGSTA)
So people your lying say you running these streets (GANGSTA)
You better watch out cause they have heat
[Butch Cassidy]
Gangsta
I'm gonna keep it gangsta
You say keep it gangsta
La la la la, la la la la
You say keep it gangsta
Gangsta
You say keep it gangsta
[W] What up
[S] Unnnnnh!
[B] From the West Indies to the West Coast
[W] Callabo
[B] You say keep it gangsta
[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(Gangster, la la la la, la la la la)
[Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
I want to dedicate this chant to my people locked down livin life in the yard
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Keep a shank boofed up in their tape just in case a thug wanna play hard
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
All this ice-grillin talk bout you King of New York, now you wanna call a guard
(THAT AIN'T GANGSTA)
But it's too late when the guard show up cause your body's going straight to the morgue
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(...GANGSTER)
[Butch Cassidy (Wyclef & Sharissa)]
I wanna dedicate this jam to the ladies holdin spots when they fellows lock down
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Keep a glock in they pocket blowin shots till they pray I'm in town
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
And to the snitch that ratted on rich the streets got you 16 rounds
(THAT AIN'T GANGSTA)
But theres only one place for a gully rat, six feet under the ground
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
I'm gon keep it gangsta
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
La la la la, la la la la
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(...GANGSTER)
[Big Jack (Butch Cassidy)]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Yo, stop with the posin
Y'all ain't really holdin
I'm about to open, a chapter of the Omen
Casket, closin, bodies, frozen
I've, been chosen, y'all forsaken
Ante up, so the chains get taken
Flash backs of the rock season in the making
Ain't no more MC'n, ice is just gleamin
And you wonder why you got robbed, cause your life had no meaning, fake gangsta
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(...GANGSTER)
Nobody, nobody, nobody
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
[Sharissa (Butch Cassidy)]
Now what would you do if Henchman's came for you? (GANGSTA)
9 out of 10 times you would flea your crew (GANGSTA)
So people your lying say you running these streets (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You better watch out cause they have heat (GANGSTA)
Now what would you do if Big Jack came for you? (GANGSTA)
9 out of 10 times you would leave your crew (GANGSTA)
So people your lying say you running these streets (GANGSTA)
You better watch out cause they have heat
[Butch Cassidy]
Gangsta
I'm gonna keep it gangsta
You say keep it gangsta
La la la la, la la la la
You say keep it gangsta
Gangsta
You say keep it gangsta
Party Like I Party Lyrics – wyclef jean
Yo it's a lot a tension on this dance floor right now
A lot a thugs
A lot a thugettes
A lot a sets
A lot a projects
A lot a hungry people
I can't take this pressure no more
I gotta scream for the people, man
Ay
Ay
[Chorus]
To my killers in the club wit the burners that be screamin out blow
Ain't no need to shoot tonight
To my ladies that be shakin they ass to that Wyclef sound
We gon get in crunk tonight
To my ballers and my ballettes that be comin to the party high style
Y'all better watch y'all jewels tonight
If you smoke like I smoke in your high life everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Yo you don't wanna beef cause if I pull artillery
You and your man'll be sorry
Cause I ain't come for war
I just came to dance
So grab a shorty
Let's party today
You and I know that you can't win
That's why you standin by the bouncer for protection
Clef ain't the one for the testin
You better off steppin before I clay your section
Anyway
Back to the girls that keep it movin
Teflon keep it groovin
We got you in the mood-n
After the club we can take a ride
I got this new G5 on dubs outside
Yo you can call your crew and I can call my crew and we could do this every weekend
Cause if you party like I party dem niggas call 911 everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
[Chorus]
If you ain't from my hood you get robbed like every day
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, anyway
Now the night is through girl what you wanna do
Like Bubba Sparxxx let's get ugly
You and I know that you want this
So tell your girls follow us in they Lexus
Back to the Delano, the W, the Sheraton, the Mondrian
It's the after party
If you drink like I drink then you drunk like everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Ay yo, Clef, pass dem keys dog
You toe down, baby
Ay
Ay
[Chorus]
If you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
A lot a thugs
A lot a thugettes
A lot a sets
A lot a projects
A lot a hungry people
I can't take this pressure no more
I gotta scream for the people, man
Ay
Ay
[Chorus]
To my killers in the club wit the burners that be screamin out blow
Ain't no need to shoot tonight
To my ladies that be shakin they ass to that Wyclef sound
We gon get in crunk tonight
To my ballers and my ballettes that be comin to the party high style
Y'all better watch y'all jewels tonight
If you smoke like I smoke in your high life everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Yo you don't wanna beef cause if I pull artillery
You and your man'll be sorry
Cause I ain't come for war
I just came to dance
So grab a shorty
Let's party today
You and I know that you can't win
That's why you standin by the bouncer for protection
Clef ain't the one for the testin
You better off steppin before I clay your section
Anyway
Back to the girls that keep it movin
Teflon keep it groovin
We got you in the mood-n
After the club we can take a ride
I got this new G5 on dubs outside
Yo you can call your crew and I can call my crew and we could do this every weekend
Cause if you party like I party dem niggas call 911 everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
[Chorus]
If you ain't from my hood you get robbed like every day
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, anyway
Now the night is through girl what you wanna do
Like Bubba Sparxxx let's get ugly
You and I know that you want this
So tell your girls follow us in they Lexus
Back to the Delano, the W, the Sheraton, the Mondrian
It's the after party
If you drink like I drink then you drunk like everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Ay yo, Clef, pass dem keys dog
You toe down, baby
Ay
Ay
[Chorus]
If you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Oh What A Night Lyrics – wyclef jean
[Inrto: Wyclef]
It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's
going to happen, ya know mean?
All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da dang"
Then it all got it started for me, man
Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man
What it be like, man?
Yo, bust it, turn me up
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh
[Chorus (Wyclef)]
Oh, what a night
Late December, 1993 (what happened?)
Who thought he would rule the industry?
What an MC on the grind
[Wyclef]
Yo, I ain't always have whips, I ain't always have yachts
I ain't always have chips, I ain't always have rocks
Matta fact I was a grimey little negro
Who said if music didn't work, I'd sell diesel
What cha'll thought, I wasn't raised in the projects?
First of the month waitin for that PA check
Lived on the first floor
Were so poor that if you rung the buzzer the roaches would answer the door (who is it?)
I went from boy to man in one night
When I saw my life flash like light from poltergeist
What made it worse, I couldn't speak English
But from his facial expressions, he wanted my Adidas
So hurry up and come out and play
I'll be damned if I leave bare-footed in this hallway
And I got big plans, so beg your pardon
Cause next year this time I'ma sell out the Garden
[Chorus]
[Wyclef]
Yo, yo, I ain't gonna brag and boast and say I did it all
But I'm the only rapper to play Carnegie Hall
The first rap group, video cost a million
First rapper to ever rep for the Haitians
And sa fa say, na boolay
Grammy night, we took 3 away
22 million sold, I can't believe this
There's still ain't a rapper alive who could achieve this
But I ain't satisfied, when back to my home contemplating
How could I become the next Quincy Jones?
That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said
"Clef, your on the cover of
the cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones"
No more struggling, good life we loving it
You could live it too, if you only publish it
So here we go, so what's the scenario?
I own so many cars that I'm renting 'em for videos
[Chorus]
It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's
going to happen, ya know mean?
All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da dang"
Then it all got it started for me, man
Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man
What it be like, man?
Yo, bust it, turn me up
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh
[Chorus (Wyclef)]
Oh, what a night
Late December, 1993 (what happened?)
Who thought he would rule the industry?
What an MC on the grind
[Wyclef]
Yo, I ain't always have whips, I ain't always have yachts
I ain't always have chips, I ain't always have rocks
Matta fact I was a grimey little negro
Who said if music didn't work, I'd sell diesel
What cha'll thought, I wasn't raised in the projects?
First of the month waitin for that PA check
Lived on the first floor
Were so poor that if you rung the buzzer the roaches would answer the door (who is it?)
I went from boy to man in one night
When I saw my life flash like light from poltergeist
What made it worse, I couldn't speak English
But from his facial expressions, he wanted my Adidas
So hurry up and come out and play
I'll be damned if I leave bare-footed in this hallway
And I got big plans, so beg your pardon
Cause next year this time I'ma sell out the Garden
[Chorus]
[Wyclef]
Yo, yo, I ain't gonna brag and boast and say I did it all
But I'm the only rapper to play Carnegie Hall
The first rap group, video cost a million
First rapper to ever rep for the Haitians
And sa fa say, na boolay
Grammy night, we took 3 away
22 million sold, I can't believe this
There's still ain't a rapper alive who could achieve this
But I ain't satisfied, when back to my home contemplating
How could I become the next Quincy Jones?
That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said
"Clef, your on the cover of
the cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones"
No more struggling, good life we loving it
You could live it too, if you only publish it
So here we go, so what's the scenario?
I own so many cars that I'm renting 'em for videos
[Chorus]
Pussycat Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Tom Jones)
[Intro: Tom Jones]
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do
You and
[Wyclef Jean]
We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there
Let's go
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean w/ Tom Jones ad-libs]
Whoa, whoa, whoa (What's new pussycat?)
See dat pussycat (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
[Verse One: Wyclef Jean]
Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak
Feel me on this track
Girl let me spell out pussycat
You're the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t
That's Clef in the drop Lex
Keep the prophylactics for safe sex
Manicure, pedicure, human hair from the Korean stores
Ghetto cats, got your back
I keep a gat for the alley cats
Sexy cat, rough cat
Doggy style on the floor mat
But make sure you wear your mitten
Or pay child support for your kitten
What's new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse Two: Wyclef Jean]
Hold up wait a minute
To all my hood kitties
Don't you pull your claws
There'll be none of that on the dance floor
For the battle cats
I got metaphors
You don't wanna test
You got sweaty paws
Which part you don't understand
Don't let it be another cat scan
Talk a ice when my shine reacts
I leave you blind wit a cataract, aiyyo
But did anybody see my bobcat, anybody
It's been three weeks and we still haven't spoken - oh no
She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment
I said it wasn't mine
She said I was one cat that was lyin
So hey kitty-kitty meet me in the city
You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty
Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy
So baby girl let me ride the pony pony
What's new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Repeat Chorus x3]
[Verse Three: Wyclef Jean]
Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything
Put the blind fold on
Girl let me feel your tongue ring, bling
Now I'ma quick cat
Before your mama get back cat
Let me hit this with the quickness
Feel my physical I'm fitness
Ay, baby turn the A/C on
It's hot up in here
The way I stroke your fur
I make you wanna pur
Up in here
Sweat's coming down your back
Like drops of rain
Say my name
Say my name, baby
[Repeat Chorus]
[Outro: Wyclef Jean and singer]
To all my independent cats raisin kittens on through own their own
Oh, hold your own girl
And to all my stray kittens
I got plenty mittens
And we can get it on, yeah
All night long
All night long
All night long
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do
You and
[Wyclef Jean]
We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there
Let's go
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean w/ Tom Jones ad-libs]
Whoa, whoa, whoa (What's new pussycat?)
See dat pussycat (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
[Verse One: Wyclef Jean]
Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak
Feel me on this track
Girl let me spell out pussycat
You're the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t
That's Clef in the drop Lex
Keep the prophylactics for safe sex
Manicure, pedicure, human hair from the Korean stores
Ghetto cats, got your back
I keep a gat for the alley cats
Sexy cat, rough cat
Doggy style on the floor mat
But make sure you wear your mitten
Or pay child support for your kitten
What's new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse Two: Wyclef Jean]
Hold up wait a minute
To all my hood kitties
Don't you pull your claws
There'll be none of that on the dance floor
For the battle cats
I got metaphors
You don't wanna test
You got sweaty paws
Which part you don't understand
Don't let it be another cat scan
Talk a ice when my shine reacts
I leave you blind wit a cataract, aiyyo
But did anybody see my bobcat, anybody
It's been three weeks and we still haven't spoken - oh no
She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment
I said it wasn't mine
She said I was one cat that was lyin
So hey kitty-kitty meet me in the city
You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty
Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy
So baby girl let me ride the pony pony
What's new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Repeat Chorus x3]
[Verse Three: Wyclef Jean]
Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything
Put the blind fold on
Girl let me feel your tongue ring, bling
Now I'ma quick cat
Before your mama get back cat
Let me hit this with the quickness
Feel my physical I'm fitness
Ay, baby turn the A/C on
It's hot up in here
The way I stroke your fur
I make you wanna pur
Up in here
Sweat's coming down your back
Like drops of rain
Say my name
Say my name, baby
[Repeat Chorus]
[Outro: Wyclef Jean and singer]
To all my independent cats raisin kittens on through own their own
Oh, hold your own girl
And to all my stray kittens
I got plenty mittens
And we can get it on, yeah
All night long
All night long
All night long
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Two Wrongs Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Claudette Ortiz)
[WYCLEF speaking (Claudette)]
(Oooh)
I'm just sittin here playing the guitar (Oooh)
(City High.. Claudette.. Wyclef)
[VERSE 1]
[WYCLEF:]
Excuse me, if you see me screaming
Deep in my mind, i'm only dreaming
cuz if i wake girl, and you're not by my side
i'd feel like half of me, is no longer alive
so please shorty, before you walk out that door
would you listen to my song
[CLAUDETTE:]
if only, i give you one last chance
with the devil, you can no longer dance
you got to be faithful, so we could be fruitful
build a family, and follow god faithfully
so just before i want to reply, i might listen to your song
[WYCLEF:]
ooh, before you walk out that door, listen
[CHORUS]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same
[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
girl i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
((yeah baby))
I'm gonna show you
[VERSE 2]
[CLAUDETTE ((Wyclef)):]
I'm gonna say ((i understand))
that i forgive you
and i aint gonna forget
that you brought me ?? ((baby, baby, baby))
[WYCLEF:]
But i have grown
from a thug to a man
Build my castle with bricks
and no longer with sand
Oh Girl
[Claudette:]
And just, before I want to reply, baby
I might listen to your song
[Wyclef:]
Ooh, before you walk out that door, listen
[CHORUS 2]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same
[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you
[BRIDGE]
[Claudette:]
I'm so used to the pain that I
Can't see the sunshine no more
I'm so used to the pain that the
the sickness feels like the cure
[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
Ay, but if only you gave me
the keys to your soul
and let me in
i'm gonna love you
over ((over)), and over ((over)) again
[Wyclef & Claudette:]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[CHORUS 3]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((ohhh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night ((make love to me))
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
but promise me that you'll do the same
[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you
((Show me, yeahhh))
I won't stay around the block no more
I'll come home early girl I promise
(Oooh)
I'm just sittin here playing the guitar (Oooh)
(City High.. Claudette.. Wyclef)
[VERSE 1]
[WYCLEF:]
Excuse me, if you see me screaming
Deep in my mind, i'm only dreaming
cuz if i wake girl, and you're not by my side
i'd feel like half of me, is no longer alive
so please shorty, before you walk out that door
would you listen to my song
[CLAUDETTE:]
if only, i give you one last chance
with the devil, you can no longer dance
you got to be faithful, so we could be fruitful
build a family, and follow god faithfully
so just before i want to reply, i might listen to your song
[WYCLEF:]
ooh, before you walk out that door, listen
[CHORUS]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same
[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
girl i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
((yeah baby))
I'm gonna show you
[VERSE 2]
[CLAUDETTE ((Wyclef)):]
I'm gonna say ((i understand))
that i forgive you
and i aint gonna forget
that you brought me ?? ((baby, baby, baby))
[WYCLEF:]
But i have grown
from a thug to a man
Build my castle with bricks
and no longer with sand
Oh Girl
[Claudette:]
And just, before I want to reply, baby
I might listen to your song
[Wyclef:]
Ooh, before you walk out that door, listen
[CHORUS 2]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same
[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you
[BRIDGE]
[Claudette:]
I'm so used to the pain that I
Can't see the sunshine no more
I'm so used to the pain that the
the sickness feels like the cure
[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
Ay, but if only you gave me
the keys to your soul
and let me in
i'm gonna love you
over ((over)), and over ((over)) again
[Wyclef & Claudette:]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[CHORUS 3]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((ohhh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night ((make love to me))
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
but promise me that you'll do the same
[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you
((Show me, yeahhh))
I won't stay around the block no more
I'll come home early girl I promise
Thug Like Me Lyrics – wyclef jean
This joint right here
It goes out for the fellas
Creepin in the lady's home when they man ain't home
Ladies help me say
[Chorus]
If you ain't treatin your girlfriend right
Trust me when I tell you this
One day you won't be missed
Someone will replace your kiss
You wanna be hardcore
Like the rapper Jadakiss
Or a thug like me will be up in your house
Cookin breakfast in the morning
I know you heard these words before
But you never heard em quite like this
You gon find yourself livin all by yourself
Who woulda ever thought wit a stranger she would share her wealth
Now a stranger like me is lyin under her sheets
This is a warning red alert emergency
If you can't find your girl that means she's here wit me
She said you had an argument
So I brought her roses
You know what comes next when the door closes
You don't like her smile
So you treat her foul
You only give her attention when I'm on the prowl
And now your guilty conscience got you actin wild
And now you wanna flip mode like you Busta Rhymes
[Chorus]
This is a warning red alert emergency
If you can't find your girl she's at work wit me
Yo we eatin brunch while you havin lunch
You don't even call to see what she wants
You don't like her smile so you treat her foul
You only give her attention when I'm on the prowl
And now your guilty conscience got you actin wild
And now you wanna flip like you Busta Rhymes
[Chorus]
This is a warning
It's a radar warning
My dogs I'm talking to you right now
You need to hold her and console her
Never, never, never be afraid to tell her that you love her
[Chorus]
Get on the phone and call your girlfriend right now
You shoulda listened to her
Shoulda listened to her
You shoulda listened to her
Shoulda listened to her
Oh, you should listen to her
Sometimes you should listen to her
Take her out for dinner
Shoulda listened to her
Take her to the movies
Shoulda listened to her
She lookin groovy
Shoulda listened to her
That kinda girl ready
Shoulda listened to her
Yo you should listen to her
Shoulda listened to her
Sometimes just listen to her
Shoulda listened to her
Listen to her
Shoulda listened to her
Sometimes just listen to her
Shoulda listened to her
It goes out for the fellas
Creepin in the lady's home when they man ain't home
Ladies help me say
[Chorus]
If you ain't treatin your girlfriend right
Trust me when I tell you this
One day you won't be missed
Someone will replace your kiss
You wanna be hardcore
Like the rapper Jadakiss
Or a thug like me will be up in your house
Cookin breakfast in the morning
I know you heard these words before
But you never heard em quite like this
You gon find yourself livin all by yourself
Who woulda ever thought wit a stranger she would share her wealth
Now a stranger like me is lyin under her sheets
This is a warning red alert emergency
If you can't find your girl that means she's here wit me
She said you had an argument
So I brought her roses
You know what comes next when the door closes
You don't like her smile
So you treat her foul
You only give her attention when I'm on the prowl
And now your guilty conscience got you actin wild
And now you wanna flip mode like you Busta Rhymes
[Chorus]
This is a warning red alert emergency
If you can't find your girl she's at work wit me
Yo we eatin brunch while you havin lunch
You don't even call to see what she wants
You don't like her smile so you treat her foul
You only give her attention when I'm on the prowl
And now your guilty conscience got you actin wild
And now you wanna flip like you Busta Rhymes
[Chorus]
This is a warning
It's a radar warning
My dogs I'm talking to you right now
You need to hold her and console her
Never, never, never be afraid to tell her that you love her
[Chorus]
Get on the phone and call your girlfriend right now
You shoulda listened to her
Shoulda listened to her
You shoulda listened to her
Shoulda listened to her
Oh, you should listen to her
Sometimes you should listen to her
Take her out for dinner
Shoulda listened to her
Take her to the movies
Shoulda listened to her
She lookin groovy
Shoulda listened to her
That kinda girl ready
Shoulda listened to her
Yo you should listen to her
Shoulda listened to her
Sometimes just listen to her
Shoulda listened to her
Listen to her
Shoulda listened to her
Sometimes just listen to her
Shoulda listened to her
Daddy Lyrics – wyclef jean
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
I'm sure y'all heard about my dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
This one goes out for everybody that lost somebody
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Be strong
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Now I understand what Scarface meant
When he said I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
Never in my deepest thoughts that I would imagine
I would be the one carrying a coffin
Yo I feel like a orphan even though I got a mom
I'm the first born so I gotta play strong
Memories of the past bout when we cried when we laughed
It makes it hard, dad, for me to finish write this paragraph
I remember when we all shoved snow frost bites and all
Temperature forty below
You used to call me lazy cause I said it was too cold
But you would go in the crib fix me a fresh cup a cocoa
I can't front
I wish there was a sequel of the sixth sense
So I could see dead people
I'm so hurt, dad
I can't cry no more
But I know that you're knockin on heaven's door
Peace
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Rest in peace, dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
All my people live on
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Rest in peace, dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Look into my eyes
Realize I'm the same man my father was
Y'all can tell by my Pink Cadillac
The way I clean my ride
Old grim tilted to the side
But what I loved most was when the God philosophize
About the philosophies of life in its reality
Keep the right mentality
Don't fall into vanity
Sometime I feel like he standin watchin over me
Whisperin in my ear, baby boy, I'm still here
I heard him said I'm the shadow right beside you
And if you confused, son, I'm there to guide you
And even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil
For the Lord is wit me
But don't forget that your mom's in your hands
You two were so close
That I finally understa nd
And here's a message to your brothers and your sisters
I'ma miss em
No matter what I'ma be wit em
Peace
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
To my dad, rest in peace
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
I guess I'll see you at the resurrection
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
To all my people that lost somebody
Da--a, daddy, daddy, daddy
Put the lighters in the air
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, daddy
Oh, daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, yeah, yeah
I need you, daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, oh
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
I'm sure y'all heard about my dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
This one goes out for everybody that lost somebody
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Be strong
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Now I understand what Scarface meant
When he said I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
Never in my deepest thoughts that I would imagine
I would be the one carrying a coffin
Yo I feel like a orphan even though I got a mom
I'm the first born so I gotta play strong
Memories of the past bout when we cried when we laughed
It makes it hard, dad, for me to finish write this paragraph
I remember when we all shoved snow frost bites and all
Temperature forty below
You used to call me lazy cause I said it was too cold
But you would go in the crib fix me a fresh cup a cocoa
I can't front
I wish there was a sequel of the sixth sense
So I could see dead people
I'm so hurt, dad
I can't cry no more
But I know that you're knockin on heaven's door
Peace
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Rest in peace, dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
All my people live on
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Rest in peace, dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Look into my eyes
Realize I'm the same man my father was
Y'all can tell by my Pink Cadillac
The way I clean my ride
Old grim tilted to the side
But what I loved most was when the God philosophize
About the philosophies of life in its reality
Keep the right mentality
Don't fall into vanity
Sometime I feel like he standin watchin over me
Whisperin in my ear, baby boy, I'm still here
I heard him said I'm the shadow right beside you
And if you confused, son, I'm there to guide you
And even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil
For the Lord is wit me
But don't forget that your mom's in your hands
You two were so close
That I finally understa nd
And here's a message to your brothers and your sisters
I'ma miss em
No matter what I'ma be wit em
Peace
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
To my dad, rest in peace
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
I guess I'll see you at the resurrection
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
To all my people that lost somebody
Da--a, daddy, daddy, daddy
Put the lighters in the air
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, daddy
Oh, daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, yeah, yeah
I need you, daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, oh
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Knockin' On Heaven's Door Lyrics – wyclef jean
I remember playing my guitar in the projects
Playing in the PJ's
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom I'm gonna get up out of the hood
Mama
My dad taught me the American dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it y'all could do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over
So poor, so dark
It feels like I'm knocking on the heaven's door
To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
Hip-Hop
To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy
Lost boy
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
Yeah
And to the Princess Aaliyah
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
To my brother Big Pun
Terror Squad
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, Lord
I can't shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
Over me
It feels like
It feels like I'm knocking on the heaven's door
So sing along street children
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
And to my daddy that passed away
Rest in peace
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
To the God, Fred Jordan, we're
And put the Fugees on
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
To my people doing time
We're
Locked up
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
Crips and Bloods, Latin Kings
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
I'm asking y'all please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoa
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
To my people in the Twin Tower
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
New York
New York
New York
New York
New York
Mama
To my people in the streets
I'm talking to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh Lord
To my brothers that's on the corner
Oh God
Ay get out quick or you too will be knocking on heaven's door
Playing in the PJ's
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom I'm gonna get up out of the hood
Mama
My dad taught me the American dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it y'all could do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over
So poor, so dark
It feels like I'm knocking on the heaven's door
To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
Hip-Hop
To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy
Lost boy
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
Yeah
And to the Princess Aaliyah
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
To my brother Big Pun
Terror Squad
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, Lord
I can't shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
Over me
It feels like
It feels like I'm knocking on the heaven's door
So sing along street children
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
And to my daddy that passed away
Rest in peace
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
To the God, Fred Jordan, we're
And put the Fugees on
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
To my people doing time
We're
Locked up
Knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
Crips and Bloods, Latin Kings
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
I'm asking y'all please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoa
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
To my people in the Twin Tower
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
We're knock, knock, knocking on the heaven's door
New York
New York
New York
New York
New York
Mama
To my people in the streets
I'm talking to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh Lord
To my brothers that's on the corner
Oh God
Ay get out quick or you too will be knocking on heaven's door
War No More Lyrics – wyclef jean
Light is in the air right now
Two thousand and two rebel music
The saga continues
Listen, children
What's the problem in Manhattan
Every ten men they look like Bin Laden
So I have problems when I go to the airport
First thing they do they wanna ask me for my passport
The said Wyclef we love the Fugees the score
But did anybody give you any strange package to bring on board
I was like 'no'
Here comes your national guards
This look like a scene from the movie Star Wars
One foot in, one foot out standing in the airplane
I'm on tour
I'm on my way to Japan
First class, dark shades
Let the fuschia out bed
I want to sleep but keep my eyes on the cock pit
Why just think they stay target- the pilot
We gonna take over the plane
Like the Los Angeles riot
Riot
Riot
The Middle East
The Middle East
The street pack more heat than the Middle East
The Middle East
The Middle East
When will the violence sleep in the Middle East
The Middle East
The street pack more heat than the Middle East
The Middle East
The Middle East
When will the violence
Say peace
Say peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the streets
Peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the Middle East now
Peace, now peace, oh peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the USA say peace
Say peace
Lord, peace
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
Ay, peace
Oh peace
We don't want no war no more
No, no let me hear you say
Peace, peace,
Say peace, say peace
We don't want no war no more
No, no, no, no
Say peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
No more riots
Riots
riots
Riots
Riots
Riots
Riot
Two thousand and two rebel music
The saga continues
Listen, children
What's the problem in Manhattan
Every ten men they look like Bin Laden
So I have problems when I go to the airport
First thing they do they wanna ask me for my passport
The said Wyclef we love the Fugees the score
But did anybody give you any strange package to bring on board
I was like 'no'
Here comes your national guards
This look like a scene from the movie Star Wars
One foot in, one foot out standing in the airplane
I'm on tour
I'm on my way to Japan
First class, dark shades
Let the fuschia out bed
I want to sleep but keep my eyes on the cock pit
Why just think they stay target- the pilot
We gonna take over the plane
Like the Los Angeles riot
Riot
Riot
The Middle East
The Middle East
The street pack more heat than the Middle East
The Middle East
The Middle East
When will the violence sleep in the Middle East
The Middle East
The street pack more heat than the Middle East
The Middle East
The Middle East
When will the violence
Say peace
Say peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the streets
Peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the Middle East now
Peace, now peace, oh peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the USA say peace
Say peace
Lord, peace
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
We don't want no war no more
Ay, peace
Oh peace
We don't want no war no more
No, no let me hear you say
Peace, peace,
Say peace, say peace
We don't want no war no more
No, no, no, no
Say peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
No more riots
Riots
riots
Riots
Riots
Riots
Riot
The Mix Show Lyrics – wyclef jean
We gon send this out for every street DJ
This is somethin for the mix shows
Mix shows
You don't wanna go outside
Because the thugs are outside
They bustin slugs outside
So you don't wanna go outside
Let's go
Uh, I'm outside lookin in
I could feel it through the wind
From the streets' shore
I could see the shark's fin
They ain't eat nuttin in a week
And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete
So run your juice
Pit bulls drew
They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof
Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation
You just a rat handin out information
You wanna run and said Clef took my paper
Clef ain't take your paper
Clef is just a narrator
Think I'm a singer
I'ma have you call a operator
911 now you breavin through a respiratior
All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside
You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side
So think before you speak or blood is go leak
You shouldn't have no problems understandin
I ain't speakin Greek
I need a hundred grand
And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar
Take over your strip like it's Candahar
You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars
That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard
I got gooms that stand on guard
Post up waitin wit the toaster
Hit you from close up
Bare face
No black mask
No silencers
On the burners everybody hear da gat blast
Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators
I got power like generators
Slugs wit names on it
The message I send to haters
In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors
Me and my men for paper
We don't fear the morgue
Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve
You can't stop the shine
Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime
For real
The flows is death defyin
Act real and ya neck be flyin
Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan
Test the iron
And I show you a wall, cat
That's filled wit bodies
See where your balls at, if you all dat
And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies
And yours could be the next
Number 19, erased out the projects
I progress everyday I'm livin this life
I won't stop till I'm buried, dog
I'm livin it right
Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance
I keep it ass hard
Cause this sh- in my pants
And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics
You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit
Don't try to compare it
Just listen and love to hear it
And if it's fire you know not to come near it
I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil
Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you
Check, G.O.D. put it down like it's burnin hot
Execute you on the spot no warnin shot
Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block
First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock
I got no competition
Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror
Keep wishin
Keep fishin
Get a hundred and fifty stitches
Your last rights
Last meal
Last wishes
This is summin for the mix shows
They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable
Toast bottles in blue
The hydropronic goose
I spit ten words blow you to molecules
I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles
It's the jewel
Whatever I could see I could be
I saw hip-hop became a MC
Then I saw the streets became a OG
Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D.
We get them packs off often
I'm on da block where it's scorchin
The life that I live'll make you nauseous
Most of our n-ggs see a coffin
Most of our -ish see abortions
Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma
This is summin for the mix shows
Where you and your mama, grandmama
and great-grandmama live out the same drama
Where you and your father, father's fathers
great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow
I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime
The city look -ish they changed the skyline
And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind
In the van with my grind
And thirst to gimme time
I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine
My design's undefined
I'm clearly one of a kind
It's best you realize only the fittest survive
For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside
You don't wanna come outside
Masquerade
Its Blaques outside
Fam and Prolific, we all outside
So you don't wanna come outside
Refugee
Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ
that ain't getting no real radio airplay
You know I mean
That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin
That got da streets on lock
This generation!
This is somethin for the mix shows
Mix shows
You don't wanna go outside
Because the thugs are outside
They bustin slugs outside
So you don't wanna go outside
Let's go
Uh, I'm outside lookin in
I could feel it through the wind
From the streets' shore
I could see the shark's fin
They ain't eat nuttin in a week
And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete
So run your juice
Pit bulls drew
They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof
Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation
You just a rat handin out information
You wanna run and said Clef took my paper
Clef ain't take your paper
Clef is just a narrator
Think I'm a singer
I'ma have you call a operator
911 now you breavin through a respiratior
All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside
You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side
So think before you speak or blood is go leak
You shouldn't have no problems understandin
I ain't speakin Greek
I need a hundred grand
And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar
Take over your strip like it's Candahar
You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars
That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard
I got gooms that stand on guard
Post up waitin wit the toaster
Hit you from close up
Bare face
No black mask
No silencers
On the burners everybody hear da gat blast
Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators
I got power like generators
Slugs wit names on it
The message I send to haters
In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors
Me and my men for paper
We don't fear the morgue
Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve
You can't stop the shine
Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime
For real
The flows is death defyin
Act real and ya neck be flyin
Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan
Test the iron
And I show you a wall, cat
That's filled wit bodies
See where your balls at, if you all dat
And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies
And yours could be the next
Number 19, erased out the projects
I progress everyday I'm livin this life
I won't stop till I'm buried, dog
I'm livin it right
Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance
I keep it ass hard
Cause this sh- in my pants
And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics
You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit
Don't try to compare it
Just listen and love to hear it
And if it's fire you know not to come near it
I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil
Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you
Check, G.O.D. put it down like it's burnin hot
Execute you on the spot no warnin shot
Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block
First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock
I got no competition
Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror
Keep wishin
Keep fishin
Get a hundred and fifty stitches
Your last rights
Last meal
Last wishes
This is summin for the mix shows
They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable
Toast bottles in blue
The hydropronic goose
I spit ten words blow you to molecules
I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles
It's the jewel
Whatever I could see I could be
I saw hip-hop became a MC
Then I saw the streets became a OG
Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D.
We get them packs off often
I'm on da block where it's scorchin
The life that I live'll make you nauseous
Most of our n-ggs see a coffin
Most of our -ish see abortions
Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma
This is summin for the mix shows
Where you and your mama, grandmama
and great-grandmama live out the same drama
Where you and your father, father's fathers
great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow
I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime
The city look -ish they changed the skyline
And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind
In the van with my grind
And thirst to gimme time
I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine
My design's undefined
I'm clearly one of a kind
It's best you realize only the fittest survive
For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside
You don't wanna come outside
Masquerade
Its Blaques outside
Fam and Prolific, we all outside
So you don't wanna come outside
Refugee
Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ
that ain't getting no real radio airplay
You know I mean
That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin
That got da streets on lock
This generation!
MVP Kompa Lyrics – wyclef jean
Men Wyclef
Gadé Elizabetch faché
Elizabeth pas faché non
Li di sé pa ou ké li vlé
Sé nèg tèt gren lap tan
Li di sé bab boy yo lap tan
Li renmen dreadlocks yo
Pou li kapab dansé
Li renmen jan nou mixé
[Chorus:]
Kompa direc direc direc
Nou mixé'l avec on ti reggae reggae reggae
Aprè sa nou mété hip-hop sou li
Lévé men nou si nou représenté pou Haiti
Encor, encor, kompa direc direc direc
Nou mixé'l avec on ti jagon
n-ga-gap, n-gué-gue, n-gou-gou
n-ga-gap, n-gué-gue, n-gou-goooooou
Ééééééééééyyyyy
Men yo, men yo
Men MVP yo
Most Valuable Player
Sé pa basketball nap joué
Sé kompa nap maté
Men non, Men non
Men MVP a
Most Valuable Player
Sé pa football nap joué
Sé kompa nap maté
Gadé jan tout moun conten
Kan kou lè ou jwen chèk ou vendredi
Papa'm té kon travaille nan yon factory
Pendan mon onc Reynold tap joué
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
City, City
[Chorus]
Blow, blow, blow
Nou pa pè
Vin ak zam
Nou pa pè
Sé dansé
Nou vin dansé
Belle fi
Nou vin caressé
Si-vou-plè
Avancé
Sé fété
Nou vin fété
Ou pa palé kreyol
Ou palé anglè:
Yo dog let me tell you like this
Get out of my face or i'm a bust your ass
You heard
Pali, Boulova
Wyclef ak Gérald vini ak MVP kompa
Digital pa a la mod encor
On y va
Nou pa pè, nou pa pè
Nou pa pè, nou pap janm pè
Nou pa pè, nou pa pè
Nou pa pè, nou pap janm pè
Nèg Brooklyn, yo pa pè
Nèg Miami, yo pa pè
Nèg Cité-Soleil, yo pa pè
Dérespeté nou nap météw en ba tè
Nou pa pè, Jacmel pa pè
Jérémie nou konnin nou pa pè
Pétionville, Croix-des-Bouquets pas pè
Canada nou konnin nou pa pè
Koté Brooklyn, Brooklyn pap janm pè
New Jersey, New Jersey pap janm pè
L'Artibonite nou konnin nou pa pè
Gonaïves nou konnin nou pa pè
Aux Cayes, Au Cap pap janm pè
Kot moun Jacmel yo, yo pa pè
Saint-Marc, nou pa pè
Port-au Priiiiiince!!!!!!
An-mwé, m'cwè Ti-Jo mouri
Sa lap fè la é minui li yé la oui mé zanmi
Zombi, barré yo
Barré Ti-Jo, mé zanmi, barré-l
Zombi, barré yo
Lévé men nou, Lévé men nou,
Lévé men nou, Lévé men nou
Zombi, barré yo
Barré Ti-Jo pou mwen, mé zanmi
Zombi, barré yo
Woy, sé Wyclef mé zanmi
Woy, depui m'piti mon onc Reynol té montré'm mizik sa tandé
Coupé Cloué
Ti-Mano
Raymond Jean-Baptiste
Papa'm pat vlé m'tandé bagay sa non
Gen moun ki di m'fè on plak kompa
M'fè on lot men li, men li, men li
Bon, bagay digital la pa a la mod tandé
Style kompa no jou a yo rélé'l MVP
Most Valuable Player
Si sé pa kompa MVP nap joué
Nou pa vlé tandé'l tandé
Nap ba nou on roche tandé messieurs
Ok tout moun ki daco ak kompa MVP an
Bay radio'ou volum
Si ou pa gen radio, al volè youn
Bal volum...
Gadé Elizabetch faché
Elizabeth pas faché non
Li di sé pa ou ké li vlé
Sé nèg tèt gren lap tan
Li di sé bab boy yo lap tan
Li renmen dreadlocks yo
Pou li kapab dansé
Li renmen jan nou mixé
[Chorus:]
Kompa direc direc direc
Nou mixé'l avec on ti reggae reggae reggae
Aprè sa nou mété hip-hop sou li
Lévé men nou si nou représenté pou Haiti
Encor, encor, kompa direc direc direc
Nou mixé'l avec on ti jagon
n-ga-gap, n-gué-gue, n-gou-gou
n-ga-gap, n-gué-gue, n-gou-goooooou
Ééééééééééyyyyy
Men yo, men yo
Men MVP yo
Most Valuable Player
Sé pa basketball nap joué
Sé kompa nap maté
Men non, Men non
Men MVP a
Most Valuable Player
Sé pa football nap joué
Sé kompa nap maté
Gadé jan tout moun conten
Kan kou lè ou jwen chèk ou vendredi
Papa'm té kon travaille nan yon factory
Pendan mon onc Reynold tap joué
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
City, City
[Chorus]
Blow, blow, blow
Nou pa pè
Vin ak zam
Nou pa pè
Sé dansé
Nou vin dansé
Belle fi
Nou vin caressé
Si-vou-plè
Avancé
Sé fété
Nou vin fété
Ou pa palé kreyol
Ou palé anglè:
Yo dog let me tell you like this
Get out of my face or i'm a bust your ass
You heard
Pali, Boulova
Wyclef ak Gérald vini ak MVP kompa
Digital pa a la mod encor
On y va
Nou pa pè, nou pa pè
Nou pa pè, nou pap janm pè
Nou pa pè, nou pa pè
Nou pa pè, nou pap janm pè
Nèg Brooklyn, yo pa pè
Nèg Miami, yo pa pè
Nèg Cité-Soleil, yo pa pè
Dérespeté nou nap météw en ba tè
Nou pa pè, Jacmel pa pè
Jérémie nou konnin nou pa pè
Pétionville, Croix-des-Bouquets pas pè
Canada nou konnin nou pa pè
Koté Brooklyn, Brooklyn pap janm pè
New Jersey, New Jersey pap janm pè
L'Artibonite nou konnin nou pa pè
Gonaïves nou konnin nou pa pè
Aux Cayes, Au Cap pap janm pè
Kot moun Jacmel yo, yo pa pè
Saint-Marc, nou pa pè
Port-au Priiiiiince!!!!!!
An-mwé, m'cwè Ti-Jo mouri
Sa lap fè la é minui li yé la oui mé zanmi
Zombi, barré yo
Barré Ti-Jo, mé zanmi, barré-l
Zombi, barré yo
Lévé men nou, Lévé men nou,
Lévé men nou, Lévé men nou
Zombi, barré yo
Barré Ti-Jo pou mwen, mé zanmi
Zombi, barré yo
Woy, sé Wyclef mé zanmi
Woy, depui m'piti mon onc Reynol té montré'm mizik sa tandé
Coupé Cloué
Ti-Mano
Raymond Jean-Baptiste
Papa'm pat vlé m'tandé bagay sa non
Gen moun ki di m'fè on plak kompa
M'fè on lot men li, men li, men li
Bon, bagay digital la pa a la mod tandé
Style kompa no jou a yo rélé'l MVP
Most Valuable Player
Si sé pa kompa MVP nap joué
Nou pa vlé tandé'l tandé
Nap ba nou on roche tandé messieurs
Ok tout moun ki daco ak kompa MVP an
Bay radio'ou volum
Si ou pa gen radio, al volè youn
Bal volum...
Ghetto Racine (PJ's Creole Mix) Lyrics – wyclef jean
Haiti, I wanna welcome yall to West Indian day Parade (Sak pase)
This is my Carabanner, The PJ's Remix IN CREOLE let's Go!!
Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo (Kenbe zam nou)
Fok nout reprezante pou moun poooo (Pa tire Pa tire)
Paske si se pat pou moun poo
Nou pa tap janm konnen Wyclef
Mwen pa sou bo no
Mwen pa sou bo sud
Mwen pa sou bo les
Mwen pa sou Bo wes
Msou bo bel dam yo
Neg ki gen zam yo
Neg ki sere Bob Marley nan choset yo
Le police kenbe yo yo tire yo
Le imigrasyon pran yo yo depote yo
Neg kwa des bouke yo
Neg kap fe grimo
Yo di yo fe gri paske peyi pa gen lajan o
Peyi pa gen Lajan Kanaval Chak ane o
Lajan pou kanaval fok gen lajan pou manje o
Respekte bon dye oo
Domi avek Kwa sa oo
32 degre men mwen kay on mason o
Leternel est mon Bergee je ne make rien o
Menm si mkenbew nan foul la map epike ou avek kouto (anko)
(Poukisa)Pase nou pa respekte ble e te
Nou te fet nan ghetto kounyen kaynou gen elevator
Mezanmi Brooklyn bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Canada Bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Miami bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Haiti bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Ghetto mwen te fet nan ghetto
Fok mwen reprezant pou moun po
Pase si se pat pou moun po
Nou pa tanp janm konnen wyclef
Gade nan kwadebouke yo gen on nouvo zam yo rele Nou Pa care
Koman yo rele zam sa Nou pa care
Li tiye manman papa fre avek se
Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa ke
Mwen di zam yo yap voyew nan lanfe
Zam lan di msye met pase li gen tan vizite lisife
Oh gade mysye kape rale zam li
Zam la pa menm bon pou di bonswa ak jesus
Pase Le wap rale se le sa nap tire
Le wap pale se kadav ou nap gade (anh anh anh)
Gwo gason nou pral antere o fon
Si se JAMES BOND ou ye aswe a nap touye espyon
Nou gen on nouvo zam yo rele nou pa care
Koman yo rele zam sa nou pa care
li tiye manman papa fre avek se
Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa care
Vyolans nou pa vle mezanmi (nou pa vlel)
Foul la avanse mezanmi (Avansel)
Sivouple pinga pouse mezanmi (pinga nou pouse)
Siveye Lougawou yo aswe a yo anvi vole
Lase mwen pap janm bliye lase
Mwen te fet kwadesbouke
Paske si se pat pou AYITI
Nou patap janm konnen Wyclef
Leve men nou si no soti nan GHETTO
Kote dread lox yo ki te genyen AFRO
Kote ayisyen yo ki renmen manje Mango
Kote timoun piti yo kap jwe LAGO
Depi yo we Wyclef yo gen satisfaksyon
Yo renmen mesye a ki gen 12 televizyon
Mezanmi Playstation DVD li nan dwe nan jem
Le POLICE kenbe mwen se machin mwen yo vle gade
Gade on ayisyen ki soti an ayiti
Lem jwe Las Vegas yo relem Elvis Presley
Oh Oh yo banm on body guard ki soti an Italy
Men nou konnen wyclef pa janm mache san fizi
Mezanmi si li fe nwa map tire sou la lune
Paske nou konnen Wyclef Jean se Jean-Jacques Dessalines
Timoun nan ghetto pinga nou chanje channel
Bondye ap pwoteje nou kankou li pwoteje Danniel
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Men gade miray e yo pa kraze
Mezanmi Ghetto nou te fet nan ghetto
Fok nou reprezante pou moun po
Paske si se pat pou moun po
Nou pa tap janm konnen Jerall
Mezanmi leve drapo nou mezanmi pi wo pi wo
Respekte refije yo pi wo pi wo
Nou konnen nou se MVP pi wo pi wo
Respekte rasin lan pi wo pi wo
MVP rasin,Bagay yo pral kontinye
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Men gade miray e yo pa kraze
Woy woy woy back up back up
Jeriko Miray la kraze [10x]
Met yo di siw te la,laj pa tap mouri... enben kotel ye?
Laj sa, Leve nan tomb la [until fade]
This is my Carabanner, The PJ's Remix IN CREOLE let's Go!!
Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo (Kenbe zam nou)
Fok nout reprezante pou moun poooo (Pa tire Pa tire)
Paske si se pat pou moun poo
Nou pa tap janm konnen Wyclef
Mwen pa sou bo no
Mwen pa sou bo sud
Mwen pa sou bo les
Mwen pa sou Bo wes
Msou bo bel dam yo
Neg ki gen zam yo
Neg ki sere Bob Marley nan choset yo
Le police kenbe yo yo tire yo
Le imigrasyon pran yo yo depote yo
Neg kwa des bouke yo
Neg kap fe grimo
Yo di yo fe gri paske peyi pa gen lajan o
Peyi pa gen Lajan Kanaval Chak ane o
Lajan pou kanaval fok gen lajan pou manje o
Respekte bon dye oo
Domi avek Kwa sa oo
32 degre men mwen kay on mason o
Leternel est mon Bergee je ne make rien o
Menm si mkenbew nan foul la map epike ou avek kouto (anko)
(Poukisa)Pase nou pa respekte ble e te
Nou te fet nan ghetto kounyen kaynou gen elevator
Mezanmi Brooklyn bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Canada Bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Miami bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Haiti bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Ghetto mwen te fet nan ghetto
Fok mwen reprezant pou moun po
Pase si se pat pou moun po
Nou pa tanp janm konnen wyclef
Gade nan kwadebouke yo gen on nouvo zam yo rele Nou Pa care
Koman yo rele zam sa Nou pa care
Li tiye manman papa fre avek se
Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa ke
Mwen di zam yo yap voyew nan lanfe
Zam lan di msye met pase li gen tan vizite lisife
Oh gade mysye kape rale zam li
Zam la pa menm bon pou di bonswa ak jesus
Pase Le wap rale se le sa nap tire
Le wap pale se kadav ou nap gade (anh anh anh)
Gwo gason nou pral antere o fon
Si se JAMES BOND ou ye aswe a nap touye espyon
Nou gen on nouvo zam yo rele nou pa care
Koman yo rele zam sa nou pa care
li tiye manman papa fre avek se
Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa care
Vyolans nou pa vle mezanmi (nou pa vlel)
Foul la avanse mezanmi (Avansel)
Sivouple pinga pouse mezanmi (pinga nou pouse)
Siveye Lougawou yo aswe a yo anvi vole
Lase mwen pap janm bliye lase
Mwen te fet kwadesbouke
Paske si se pat pou AYITI
Nou patap janm konnen Wyclef
Leve men nou si no soti nan GHETTO
Kote dread lox yo ki te genyen AFRO
Kote ayisyen yo ki renmen manje Mango
Kote timoun piti yo kap jwe LAGO
Depi yo we Wyclef yo gen satisfaksyon
Yo renmen mesye a ki gen 12 televizyon
Mezanmi Playstation DVD li nan dwe nan jem
Le POLICE kenbe mwen se machin mwen yo vle gade
Gade on ayisyen ki soti an ayiti
Lem jwe Las Vegas yo relem Elvis Presley
Oh Oh yo banm on body guard ki soti an Italy
Men nou konnen wyclef pa janm mache san fizi
Mezanmi si li fe nwa map tire sou la lune
Paske nou konnen Wyclef Jean se Jean-Jacques Dessalines
Timoun nan ghetto pinga nou chanje channel
Bondye ap pwoteje nou kankou li pwoteje Danniel
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Men gade miray e yo pa kraze
Mezanmi Ghetto nou te fet nan ghetto
Fok nou reprezante pou moun po
Paske si se pat pou moun po
Nou pa tap janm konnen Jerall
Mezanmi leve drapo nou mezanmi pi wo pi wo
Respekte refije yo pi wo pi wo
Nou konnen nou se MVP pi wo pi wo
Respekte rasin lan pi wo pi wo
MVP rasin,Bagay yo pral kontinye
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Men gade miray e yo pa kraze
Woy woy woy back up back up
Jeriko Miray la kraze [10x]
Met yo di siw te la,laj pa tap mouri... enben kotel ye?
Laj sa, Leve nan tomb la [until fade]
Where Fugees At? Lyrics – wyclef jean
[INTRO:]
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo
[HOOK:]
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grandma yell, CD player number two
Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met
First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground
Counting English pounds
I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
That's when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Cuz my class is the *Misedu...*
[HOOK]
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo
[HOOK:]
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grandma yell, CD player number two
Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met
First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground
Counting English pounds
I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
That's when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Cuz my class is the *Misedu...*
[HOOK]
Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Kenny Rogers, Pharoahe Monch)
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo I'm happy to be in the South
to set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
[Kenny Rogers]
Yo this Kenny Rogers chillin on the country side
with men like Wyclef (uh-huh) Jerry Wonder (uh-huh)
Big Jack (mm-hmm) Big Beast (mm-hmm)
And we gon' do something like this for you
You got to know when to hold 'em (YEAH, YEAH!)
Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's!)
Know when to walk away (HIP-HOP, HIP-HOP!)
Know when to run.. (YEAH, YEAH!)
You got to count your dub-plates (GHETTO, GHETTO, GHETTO)
before you touch the turntables (ALL HOODS!)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done (Y'ALL READY?)
[Chorus: Kenny Rogers]
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to walk away
Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..)
You got to count your dub-plates
before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done
[Pharoahe Monch]
Get the hell up!
'Clef said, get the hell up!
Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup?
Ladies; lookin hot and pretty
Doin your thing in the club high saditty
WORLDWIDE - the gritty committee pity the fool that
act {shitty} in the midst of the calm, the witty
(You got to know when to hold 'em..)
Y'all know the name!
Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little
(??) who flip flows
that got women in they thongs gettin on but not Sisqo
Select your squad team and your itch
Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego
No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me
Easily defeat measley MC's and tease you
Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through
[Chorus]
[Wyclef Jean]
C'mon, c'mon
(Get the hell up!)
Soundbwoys ('Clef said, get the hell up!)
(Now throw your hands in the sky) Yo
This combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai
Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy
Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can't be
48 tracks, country meets rap
Put this on full blast, I'm about to break all formats
My destiny is to lead while y'all follow
This is +Showtime+ and I'm +Live at the Apollo+
[Chorus Two: Kenny Rogers + Wyclef]
You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to fold 'em (emcees)
Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah..)
Know when to run
You got to count your dub-plates
before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done
[Chorus]
Yo I'm happy to be in the South
to set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
[Kenny Rogers]
Yo this Kenny Rogers chillin on the country side
with men like Wyclef (uh-huh) Jerry Wonder (uh-huh)
Big Jack (mm-hmm) Big Beast (mm-hmm)
And we gon' do something like this for you
You got to know when to hold 'em (YEAH, YEAH!)
Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's!)
Know when to walk away (HIP-HOP, HIP-HOP!)
Know when to run.. (YEAH, YEAH!)
You got to count your dub-plates (GHETTO, GHETTO, GHETTO)
before you touch the turntables (ALL HOODS!)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done (Y'ALL READY?)
[Chorus: Kenny Rogers]
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to walk away
Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..)
You got to count your dub-plates
before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done
[Pharoahe Monch]
Get the hell up!
'Clef said, get the hell up!
Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup?
Ladies; lookin hot and pretty
Doin your thing in the club high saditty
WORLDWIDE - the gritty committee pity the fool that
act {shitty} in the midst of the calm, the witty
(You got to know when to hold 'em..)
Y'all know the name!
Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little
(??) who flip flows
that got women in they thongs gettin on but not Sisqo
Select your squad team and your itch
Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego
No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me
Easily defeat measley MC's and tease you
Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through
[Chorus]
[Wyclef Jean]
C'mon, c'mon
(Get the hell up!)
Soundbwoys ('Clef said, get the hell up!)
(Now throw your hands in the sky) Yo
This combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai
Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy
Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can't be
48 tracks, country meets rap
Put this on full blast, I'm about to break all formats
My destiny is to lead while y'all follow
This is +Showtime+ and I'm +Live at the Apollo+
[Chorus Two: Kenny Rogers + Wyclef]
You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to fold 'em (emcees)
Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah..)
Know when to run
You got to count your dub-plates
before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done
[Chorus]
Thug Angels Lyrics – wyclef jean
Refugees yo.. all you say
[Wyclef Jean]
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?
To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos?
To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes
[Wyclef Jean]
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin -
should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream,
"It depends what you got in the beamer!!"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail
but you told me that crime pay
[Wyclef Jean]
The Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play
(Hey) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)
So you wanna be a thug?
My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs?
My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos?
To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami
[Wyclef Jean]
So you a killer, how many people did you kill?
You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a?
For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a
Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla
You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla
Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a
It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma
So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker
[Wyclef Jean]
At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York City y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 4X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?
To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina
Let me tell you how it really goes
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?
Thug Angels in the Birmingham
Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!
[Wyclef - with voice box effect]
Watch out, for the beasts
Watch out, if you got a seed homie
cause you don't want your kids growin up
thinkin they never had no daddy
Big Pun, rest in peace forever
Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH
Slang Tom, rest in peace
Police is in the news, watch yourself
Y'all saw what they did to Diallo
[some man complaining]
Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!
[Wyclef Jean]
You gon' do WHAT?
WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder
WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep
WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin
WAIT! Eastern Parkway
[Haitian singing to end]
[Wyclef Jean]
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?
To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos?
To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes
[Wyclef Jean]
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin -
should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream,
"It depends what you got in the beamer!!"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail
but you told me that crime pay
[Wyclef Jean]
The Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play
(Hey) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)
So you wanna be a thug?
My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs?
My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos?
To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami
[Wyclef Jean]
So you a killer, how many people did you kill?
You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a?
For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a
Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla
You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla
Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a
It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma
So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker
[Wyclef Jean]
At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York City y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 4X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?
To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina
Let me tell you how it really goes
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?
Thug Angels in the Birmingham
Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!
[Wyclef - with voice box effect]
Watch out, for the beasts
Watch out, if you got a seed homie
cause you don't want your kids growin up
thinkin they never had no daddy
Big Pun, rest in peace forever
Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH
Slang Tom, rest in peace
Police is in the news, watch yourself
Y'all saw what they did to Diallo
[some man complaining]
Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!
[Wyclef Jean]
You gon' do WHAT?
WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder
WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep
WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin
WAIT! Eastern Parkway
[Haitian singing to end]
It Doesn't Matter Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Melky Sedeck, The Rock
[The Rock]
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
[Wyclef Jean (The Rock)]
Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired bouncers would not let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Back in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
[Wyclef (The Rock)]
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)
[Wyclef (Melky Sedeck)]
How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you how the old dances go
And they start it off like this
Electric slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
{*cough cough*} Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much conversation
Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44
[Wyclef (The Rock)]
Now what it look like, it ain't really that
(It doesn't matter!)
So he cocked the gat at my top hat
(It doesn't matter!)
Are you crazy? You was married!
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin
Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more
And she said this
[Melky Sedeck]
Take me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee Camp
And the Booga basement
That's where I live, oh
Come on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond rings?
(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen, listen
I just got two new Grammy's man
(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)
It doesn't matter
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
[Wyclef Jean (The Rock)]
Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired bouncers would not let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Back in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
[Wyclef (The Rock)]
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)
[Wyclef (Melky Sedeck)]
How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you how the old dances go
And they start it off like this
Electric slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
{*cough cough*} Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much conversation
Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44
[Wyclef (The Rock)]
Now what it look like, it ain't really that
(It doesn't matter!)
So he cocked the gat at my top hat
(It doesn't matter!)
Are you crazy? You was married!
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin
Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more
And she said this
[Melky Sedeck]
Take me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee Camp
And the Booga basement
That's where I live, oh
Come on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond rings?
(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen, listen
I just got two new Grammy's man
(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)
It doesn't matter
911 Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Wyclef]
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks?
I want you right now to turn the lights down low
Pull your girl up next to you
I want you to sing this to her
If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you
And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain't home tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just been shot down
and the bullet's, in my heart
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
and she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while
(but I'm always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice
[Wyclef]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Man, we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?
[Mary J. Blige]
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
[Wyclef]
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)
[Wyclef and Mary J. Blige]
I'm feelin you girl
I understand
[Mary J. Blige]
And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it
and do it and do it and do it for me..
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks?
I want you right now to turn the lights down low
Pull your girl up next to you
I want you to sing this to her
If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you
And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain't home tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just been shot down
and the bullet's, in my heart
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
and she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while
(but I'm always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice
[Wyclef]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Man, we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?
[Mary J. Blige]
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
[Wyclef]
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)
[Wyclef and Mary J. Blige]
I'm feelin you girl
I understand
[Mary J. Blige]
And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it
and do it and do it and do it for me..
Pullin Me In Lyrics – wyclef jean
[Intro:]
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
[opera singing]
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doin the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme tell you somethin, (what, what)
The real killers, they're standin right over there
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?
Yo
[HOOK:]
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the street DJs
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse
What? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin, or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein barson television
But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get your attention
Here's a few things I been dyin to mention
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell*
Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
[Verse 2]
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts
Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books
Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked
Man... I miss real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crack
Cuz the music industry is the same street format
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival
But yet y'all still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
[beatbox]
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for the brothers up north
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
[opera singing]
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doin the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme tell you somethin, (what, what)
The real killers, they're standin right over there
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?
Yo
[HOOK:]
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the street DJs
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse
What? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin, or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein barson television
But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get your attention
Here's a few things I been dyin to mention
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell*
Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
[Verse 2]
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts
Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books
Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked
Man... I miss real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crack
Cuz the music industry is the same street format
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival
But yet y'all still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
[beatbox]
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for the brothers up north
Da Cypha Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Supreme C, Marie Antoinette, Hope)
[INTRO:]
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car
[HOOK:]
WooWooWooWooWoo
Keys they goin in the trunk
WooWooWooWooWoo
Fiends they don't give a uh
[Marie Antoinette]
And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks
I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin after cops
And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin
Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness
We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
[Supreme C]
Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
Since back in the days, before he was raised
Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide from accomplice vibe
Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what your man do
It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game
My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you
[HOOK]
[Hope]
I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played
Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman
You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen
When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water
I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter
My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes
[HOOK 2X]
[Wyclef]
October 31st I was standing by the sour
These thugs don't wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I'm bilingual
I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I could say... another homicide
Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did
I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid
My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects wantin rent money
Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states
Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump
Cuz I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks
I aint even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet
And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da Cypha
[HOOK]
[OUTRO:]
Stay in the house when you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
It means the murder's outside you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Where the real killers at you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Honey who chill with the gats you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Yo don't talk crap man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Just cuz your girl's wit you man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Cuz both o y'all gon go man
WooWooWooWooWoo
To a place where no man knows man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Femme fatale, Hope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Supreme C, kinda dope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs
WooWooWooWooWoo
Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp...
WooWooWooWooWoo...
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car
[HOOK:]
WooWooWooWooWoo
Keys they goin in the trunk
WooWooWooWooWoo
Fiends they don't give a uh
[Marie Antoinette]
And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks
I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin after cops
And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin
Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness
We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
[Supreme C]
Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
Since back in the days, before he was raised
Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide from accomplice vibe
Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what your man do
It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game
My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you
[HOOK]
[Hope]
I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played
Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman
You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen
When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water
I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter
My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes
[HOOK 2X]
[Wyclef]
October 31st I was standing by the sour
These thugs don't wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I'm bilingual
I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I could say... another homicide
Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did
I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid
My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects wantin rent money
Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states
Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump
Cuz I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks
I aint even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet
And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da Cypha
[HOOK]
[OUTRO:]
Stay in the house when you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
It means the murder's outside you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Where the real killers at you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Honey who chill with the gats you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Yo don't talk crap man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Just cuz your girl's wit you man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Cuz both o y'all gon go man
WooWooWooWooWoo
To a place where no man knows man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Femme fatale, Hope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Supreme C, kinda dope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs
WooWooWooWooWoo
Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp...
WooWooWooWooWoo...
Runaway Lyrics – wyclef jean (feat. Earth, Wind & Fire, The Product G&B)
[Wyclef]
To my people doing time
To my people rest in peace (y'all ready for the refugee camp?)
Introducing Earth, Wind & Fire
Yah yah yah
Come on come on come on
No money in my pocket
Gotta get a no limit
So I became America's most wanted
All I ever wanted was a fancy car
A crib for my mom and a mastercard
Baby you know it's in Hollywood
New cop flicks with Clint Eastwood
Went from a teen to a young adult
No excuses aint't my fault
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
(Gotta Escape)
[Chorus]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo G&B where you at?
[Product G&B]
Momma came home from a hard days work
At day time a maid at night time a nurse
Work so hard to make sure we survived
Living a ghetto paradise
Sometimes I wake up screaming in the middle of the night
Hoping that darkness brings me light
Praying for that better day where we won't have to runaway
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
[Chorus]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Ladies and gentleman Earth, Wind & Fire
[Earth, Wind & Fire]
Ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo
(da da da da da da ) (Feeling melly y'all)
Ba dow bo Ba dow bo
(More peace y'all)
Ba dow bo Baw dow bo
Ba dow bo Baw dow bo
Bow da da da da
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
[ChorusX2]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo y'all gonna make me do it I don't want to do it but here we go
[Earth, Wind & Fire]
ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
ba da ba ba ba
(Ain't no samples this is original baby)
ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
(Put em up y'all)
ba da ba ba ba
(Refugees)
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
(I want to see everybody's hand in the air right now)
y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya y ya (recognize the legends up in here)
Uh!
To my people doing time
To my people rest in peace (y'all ready for the refugee camp?)
Introducing Earth, Wind & Fire
Yah yah yah
Come on come on come on
No money in my pocket
Gotta get a no limit
So I became America's most wanted
All I ever wanted was a fancy car
A crib for my mom and a mastercard
Baby you know it's in Hollywood
New cop flicks with Clint Eastwood
Went from a teen to a young adult
No excuses aint't my fault
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
(Gotta Escape)
[Chorus]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo G&B where you at?
[Product G&B]
Momma came home from a hard days work
At day time a maid at night time a nurse
Work so hard to make sure we survived
Living a ghetto paradise
Sometimes I wake up screaming in the middle of the night
Hoping that darkness brings me light
Praying for that better day where we won't have to runaway
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
[Chorus]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Ladies and gentleman Earth, Wind & Fire
[Earth, Wind & Fire]
Ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo
(da da da da da da ) (Feeling melly y'all)
Ba dow bo Ba dow bo
(More peace y'all)
Ba dow bo Baw dow bo
Ba dow bo Baw dow bo
Bow da da da da
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
[ChorusX2]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo y'all gonna make me do it I don't want to do it but here we go
[Earth, Wind & Fire]
ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
ba da ba ba ba
(Ain't no samples this is original baby)
ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
(Put em up y'all)
ba da ba ba ba
(Refugees)
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
(I want to see everybody's hand in the air right now)
y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya y ya (recognize the legends up in here)
Uh!
Perfect Gentleman Lyrics – wyclef jean
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'm gonna send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing you all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool you all now, fellows
They be doin' the same thing you all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
Drop a BEAT!)
[Chorus:]
Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
[Verse 1]
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no bones in your body and you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand, know it's a sin, but before me you show me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock said, 'There's no sex in the champagne room'
Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling down, type of tears that money couldn't buy
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 2]
[Wyclef]
Excuse me, what is your name?
[Hope]
Uh, my name is Hope, yo
I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I could flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on an all white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. said he's feeling me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
[Chorus 2X]
(Yo a lot of you all sitting with you all girls
fronting like the Budweiser commercial
Talking about, 'I, I don't be going to the strip joints'
You're lying man! You'd be surprised who you see up in there man.
I got one question for you liars, man)
Shot callers, what are you, a preacher?
You're calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone.
I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems,
Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus 2X]
Call up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?
I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man.
New York Dogs.)
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'm gonna send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing you all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool you all now, fellows
They be doin' the same thing you all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
Drop a BEAT!)
[Chorus:]
Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
[Verse 1]
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no bones in your body and you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand, know it's a sin, but before me you show me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock said, 'There's no sex in the champagne room'
Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling down, type of tears that money couldn't buy
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 2]
[Wyclef]
Excuse me, what is your name?
[Hope]
Uh, my name is Hope, yo
I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I could flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on an all white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. said he's feeling me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
[Chorus 2X]
(Yo a lot of you all sitting with you all girls
fronting like the Budweiser commercial
Talking about, 'I, I don't be going to the strip joints'
You're lying man! You'd be surprised who you see up in there man.
I got one question for you liars, man)
Shot callers, what are you, a preacher?
You're calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone.
I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems,
Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus 2X]
Call up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?
I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man.
New York Dogs.)
Low Income Lyrics – wyclef jean
[Intro]
Let um feel the beat first
I'm bout to come through your stereo
Should I rhyme or start with the hook?
Start with the hook
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Verse 1]
For makin me a star before I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar
Before the fame
Way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And I didn't want the Marvin route
What's goin on?
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry
You wanna tip?
Don't let them pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better have my money
Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Chorus]
To my people cuttin hair in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people that don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
[Ladies]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
[Guys]
Well, you don't have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Verse 2]
For the love of money
I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't scare Suzie
Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi
Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain't sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make CNN
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people who don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
[Ladies]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
[Guys]
Well, you don't have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
[Guitar Solo]
(Daddy, play that guitar)
Let um feel the beat first
I'm bout to come through your stereo
Should I rhyme or start with the hook?
Start with the hook
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Verse 1]
For makin me a star before I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar
Before the fame
Way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And I didn't want the Marvin route
What's goin on?
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry
You wanna tip?
Don't let them pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better have my money
Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Chorus]
To my people cuttin hair in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people that don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
[Ladies]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
[Guys]
Well, you don't have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Verse 2]
For the love of money
I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't scare Suzie
Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi
Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain't sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make CNN
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people who don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
[Ladies]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
[Guys]
Well, you don't have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
[Guitar Solo]
(Daddy, play that guitar)
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