Yacht Club lyrics - Wyclef Jean (feat. Skiff)

[Intro:]

Yalready know what it is man

Yo, I gotta leave ya'll with some 90's hiph-hop

I mean this kid right here, he influences 90's hip-hop man, you know?

But he only like 20 some, you know what I mean?

I don't know how you get in em like that

So right now we gonna get it some of our men

This kid got mad vibes man

Go by the name of Skiff, you know what I mean

Classic hip-hop

Ya'll know what it is man, April Shower

Hope you enjoyed the tape, look out for the album

Yo Sydec, what the album called again?

The Carnival Begins

Como you hear a lot about it, no?

The Carnival Begins

Yo, what's the name of the album?

The Carnival Begins

Ladies and gents, change in talk yea

The abyss scary, alright

Dressed like I'm headed to a yacht club social

Fresh, fresh, fresh to death

Dressed like I'm headed to a yacht club social

Fresh, fresh, fresh to death

[Verse 1:]

Hanging out with tax evaders, white collar criminals

Chemist dudes, making money off illegal chemicals

Welcome to my yacht club, naked women, hot tubs

Come and get your membership

Remember just to pop up

Bomberdering with members of parliament while I'm partying no arguing

The hardest regardless whenever harboring

Hanging out with socialist, smoking over some poker chips

Motor boats and tits, frozen wrists, get a load of this, fantastic

I'm back in the building to bag shit

White on white like the Utah jazz in practice

I'm taking shots on Dodge, you hang with cops on blocks

I got women on top on women, talking bout your bop

[Hook: x2]

Wish life was like a yacht club,

Every woman I'm getting, how can you stop us

We got judges on budget, not getting locked up

We don't wanna work a 9 to 5

[Verse 2:]

Mister Enthusiastic, I keep a doobie wrapped with

Hit boobie traps to a cutie's ass, when I move in traffic

New is the fabric, I've been established, truly the baddest,

Designer issues, my women coming with Louie baggage

With politicians, their mission is product driven

Man giving the situation, the bacon the prolly given

If they lot are wearing daughtersmy target's near open waters

Overall into parlor, but ballin so they applaud us

Sippin on foreign lagers, harvested at a mugging

Don't park it, you gotta jock it, the carpet matches my watch

I'm a star on the yacht, that's a motherfuckin spaceship

Wasted, double deck better let the pain drip

I'm rockin sandals when it's hot, it's the land of sinnin hammocks when others panic,

But damn that I've been managing

Fresh, fresh, fresh to death

[Hook: x2]

Wish life was like a yacht club,

Every woman I'm getting, how can you stop us

We got judges on budget, not getting locked up

We don't wanna work a 9 to 5

[Verse 3:]

Up in some turbulence, they well cultivated the courteous

The verdict is suburban and urban persons are both conferment

I'm furnace in this bitch, now just picture me turning it, permanent

How many people wanna ride tonight?

Talking big bucks bitch, like the sender from Milwaukee

Barclay's, when they putting liquor in my coffee

Drinkin sake, playin batchi, back and a little bit of hockey

Cocaine with some Jose Cuevo, careful what you don't say copy

Your chick to the video anthem, my shit that's real live action

Buy ships, no projects, my process is taking over rapid

Open bar you could buy yourself, go ahead, there by yourself

Making hots for the higher self

I'm cycled up, for harness you can't buy the belt

Policies, no apologies, all commodities are covered

Don't gotta fee quite possibly, I'm leaving with your girl

I know, I know, they hate the way you down

I don't even own a ship, I got waiters all around

[Hook: x2]

Wish life was like a yacht club,

Every woman I'm getting, how can you stop us

We got judges on budget, not getting locked up

We don't wanna work a 9 to 5

Real Niggaz Feel It - Jordan Blue @Shortvdaprince lyrics - Wyclef Jean

[Intro:]

Mister Pay Attention

S E P

Yea

See? One thing about what we do

We pave the way

One thing fo sho

Ya'll niggaz in the way

[Hook:]

Say all the real niggaz feel it

Real niggaz, wuddup? Wuddup?

Say all the real niggaz feel it

Fake niggaz sit the fuck back and listen

[Bridge:]

Say all the real niggaz feel it

All the fuck niggaz threaten

I'm just trappin the money, man you can't tell me nothing

Hold on, this the part when we break it down, down

Break it down

This the part when we break it down, down

Break it down

This the part when we roll it up, yea roll it up

Man right, we don't give no fuck

[Verse:]

Aye tell yo lady quit lookin

Man she so disrespectful

Yea she see I'm so special, I'm so young, black successful

I got that kush from a breakfast, with a side of OJ

I know some Detroit playas but know them niggas don't play

It's about damn time niggas peek this

Big booty, nice smile on a freak bitch

That's my weakness, niggas sneak diss

We can't tell some free mail so get air

On the low, I just chill, get my dough

Are you real? Do you know?

Who yo friend? Who yo foe?

Aye all the real niggaz feel it

[Outro:]

You know who yo friend or yo foe,

Man that's some real talk right there man

Jordan Blue, respect!

I see you man

That's how you feel, hah?

The Smack Movement Continues lyrics - Wyclef Jean (feat. Murda Mook ,Loaded Lux and Smack White)

[Intro:]

Yea, real nigga talk

Ain't just a motherfuckin phrase

It's a motherfuckin lifestyle

Brrrrrrrap!

[Bridge:]

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, but your gun found safety

[Verse 1:]

I'm a Harlem nigga, blood line AZ, Al Porter

Niggas can't fuck with me like the massive daughter

I hit the strip, all the fiends know my name

I have the old school coke, I call it Novocain

You be Uncle Fester, light on your brain

And I'm Morticia the way a nigga hold a thing

I could have them fancy cars and them two's on

I rather have my fucking crown made out of thorns

Crucify me to God, you can try me

Come back three days later thinking they moved the body

Took my spirit form, them boys ignored him

They didn't heath the warning, now the wrath pouring on 'em

I do this for my niggas sitting on them corners

Can't get a job, felonies forever haunt them

Niggas talk warring, kicking down your door in

Till them joints draw 'em and then they all turn mourning

[Hook: x2]

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

[Verse 2:]

The nickel-less, broke niggas used to a little bit

Ignorant to the dollar

Piggy back, let you follow, mama slipped into pink

Leaving pick up, she can't

All the working in the world and ain't got shit in the bank

What you think?

Shit is real, real niggas know how I feel

As your arm broad your carve knife, you ain't got skill

You buzzing, that's nothing, they fireflies

I swat them all, I'm a slaughterhouse full of cow hide

You put nothing in the box, with biscuits and hot fries

Your son gonna see chicken when he look in his pop eyes

This shit is suicide, being we, we unified

One nigga go down, get us all crucified

I know the struggle when niggas hustle to stay alive

Governor ran off, fuck it then, we creating jobs

I lay the odds to the table, labels be playing God

But it was Jesus who took the water and made it wine

Oh, I get it, fresh home, used to switching leathers

Your man told you I'm a bring it better, it's whatever

Hit the jet, hidden compartment to fit the leather

You might pick that bat up, but never pick your head up

I hope you get your spit together, get your shit together

Yeah, you won't go from doing music to a missing record

[Hook: x2]

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

[Verse 3:]

Like my man said, we pull up on them 24's

Jet black, tinted, staying at the Bentley doors

In the club rose and Henney pour

The whole section drunk, we gonna need 20 more

We hit the Louis store, all I know is gimme, gimme

I recognize a fake nigga, vision 20-20

Popping Magnum V-12 engine, hear me, hear me

Beyonce face on once cent, that's a pretty penny

They say them Harlem niggas pretty boy Floyd with the hand action

Thorough borough bread, but I ain't your man... hattan

Every bar he go hard, candy cracking

Go mami, I'm an Eddie Murphy movie, you on a roll, I played everybody

The gang rewind, the thugs love,

The ladies vibe, the thugs love, the ladies fall

I feel at home in my city, that state of mind

[Hook: x2]

If you got your firearms in your hands

But your gun found safety

Fight, everybody came to fight

Everybody came to fight, everybody came to fo fo fo fo fight

Sound boy barrier

It's gonna be a sound boy barrier

All Day All Night - Ric Atari lyrics - Wyclef Jean

[Intro:]

All day, all night, all day, alright

All day, all night, all day, uh, alright

[Verse 1:]

All my niggas is trill as fuck,

I was born in the trap game real as fuck

On the way to the top can't fuck this up

Put too much work in, did too much dirt then

Turn around to the tree, make a motherfucking Motown

How a nigga gonn slow down? Feds ridin at nigga

Hope you on the right dream when the shit go down

Oh you actin like a hoe now, well go and lay on your back, back, back

I'm from the ATL, where we stay up all day and all night

To get the stacks, stacks, stacks

[Hook: x2]

All day (all day), all night (all night)

Getting to it (getting to it), alright (alright)

All day (all day), all night (all night)

Countin money,

You know what we like

[Bridge:]

Work, work, gonna twerk out

Work, work, gonna twerk out

Work, work, gonna twerk out

Gonna twerk out

[Verse 2:]

I put my arms up to the sky,

I'm missing my dogs

Wishing they were here nigga

I stayed on that prize, I'm smelling blood

This is our year nigga

No time for that bullshit, we gonn celebrate

Cause we here nigga

Black tree in this bitch, go on have a beer, cheers nigga

So stop with a nigga never sold a soul, with a new regime, we in overload

Pop that belly ring to that trap n roll

If you love me baby catch me on the road

The young city, you already know what's with me

2 or 3 things, that's pretty,

Light skin biggy

Smoking on the O with the Acapulco flow

But that guy just barely drink

[Hook:]

All day (all day), all night (all night)

Getting to it (getting to it), alright (alright)

All day (all day), all night (all night)

Countin money,

You know what we like

[Bridge:]

Work, work, gonna twerk out

Work, work, gonna twerk out

Work, work, gonna twerk out

Gonna twerk out

[Hook:]

All day (all day), all night (all night)

Getting to it (getting to it), alright (alright)

All day (all day), all night (all night)

Countin money,

You know what we like

Work, work, work

Work, work, work

Work, work

EP: If I Were President: My Haitian Experience (2010)

• Haitian Experience
• Earthquake
• Election Time
• Death Threats

Haitian Experience lyrics - Wyclef Jean

 Yeah, now I'm a rock-star, it started with my imagination

Used to gaze at the twins before the birds hit 'em

Daydream about the God, my axe, my Excalibur

A man, who just saw the future beyond the dishwater

Yeah, cab driver used to gyspy cab rider

But she stuck with me when I had nothin', so I had to wife her

And I used write these thoughts on a black and white notebook

Haitian experience, now I'm a page in a book

I'm a Haitian, Haitian

When I landed in America, 'Merica

I got myself a green card, green card

Mamma say, if I ever break the law, they gon' send me back home

This is my Haitian experience

First stop out in England, England

Immigration send me back to Washington, Washington

Said I need a visa if I wanted to be in the United Kingdom

I pray that the Queen of Buckingham is listening

Your Highness, I got a palace out in Port Au Prince

I got a hundred acres and a whole lotta land

But I can't go back and see my people in the ticks

I'm a Haitian in America

When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America

Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance

To make it in America

In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America

My papa was a Haitian, Haitian

He got to America, 'Merica

On a six month visa, visa

When the visa expired, he went underground like rats in the sewer

This is the Haitian experience

Runnin' from the Immigration interrogation

But his vision was his chosen

(How you gon' get us to New York?)

Absolute lost and at sea and never see the airport

Yeah, I pray that the President is up there listenin'

Your Excellence, I got a palace out in Port Au Prince

I got a hundred acres and a whole lotta land

So we go move from detention, we go, we build the land

I'm a Haitian in America

When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America

Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance

To make it in America

So I learned to play guitar with dreams of becomin' a rock star

(In America)

(I'm a Haitian)

I'm a Haitian in America

When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America

Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance

To make it in America

In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America

What we gon' do right now is we gon' go back

Way back

To what I call Lassie

The roots, the Haitian experience

Let's go

Look in her eyes, she will survive

She smiles like she's in love

She's 21, she lost her feedin' arms

But she ain't lose her soul, dancin' outta control

Like Angelina Ballerina

Like Angelina Ballerina

Like Angelina Ballerina

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Yes, I'm a Haitian in America

When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America

Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance

To make it in America

In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America

Man, I just got on a plane leavin' Haiti

And I landed in Brooklyn, New York City, Cooney Island

Marlboro Projects, man, in projects, it's so rough to blend in

I learned to how to rock, sing, dance, pop, loc, whatever it took

[?]

Yeah, that's my dad, a Haitian livin' in America

Earthquake lyrics - Wyclef Jean

 Earthquake, down there in Haiti

Earthquake in the past of Chile

Earthquake in the Indonesia

Earthquake in the China

Earthquake is coming to America

Earthquakes are there in California

Earthquake warn ya people in the city

That the Earth is getting angry

And I asked Earth what have we done

She said we building too much bombs

So there’s too many sons that won’t see their father

Too many daughters that won’t see their mother

Too many grandmas that won’t see their grandkids

They are in the rubble in Port au Prince

Earthquake, down there in Haiti

Earthquake in the past of Chile

Earthquake in the Indonesia

Earthquake in the China

Earthquake is coming to America

Earthquakes out there in California

Earthquake warn ya people in the city

That the Earth is getting angry

That’s when the earth started talking rude (so rude)

Say she’s thirteen she’s a prostitute

I tried to beg for the young girl’s life

But when the earthquake came it took her to the other side

Then I asked her who’s next?

She said, those that’s polluting the planet

They killing everything moving, flowers and abusing mankind

And the only thing left is Armageddon

Earthquake, down there in Haiti

Earthquake in the past of Chile

Earthquake in the Indonesia

Earthquake in the China

Earthquake is coming to America

Earthquakes out there in California

Earthquake warn ya people in the city

That the Earth is getting angry

And as much as we take it for granted

We might not have no better lie in tonight

We be taking for granted

Our kids might get no ice-cream tonight

In this road we taking for granted

We might not kiss our loved ones tonight

If we want the Earth to be better, lets start spreading love

On the planet called Earth

Lets start spreading some goodness, on the planet called earth

Lets start spreading some kindness, oh yeah

Let’s get rid of the weekenders

One love, one heart, one soul, and shaking every trembling of the earth.

Election Time lyrics - Wyclef Jean

 My generation like

We're okay

As long as we got music, we gon' dance all day

He gon' vote Taylor Swift, she gon' vote Kanye, yeah, yeah

Election time is coming

We're okay

As long as we got music, we gon' party all day

She gon' vote U2, he gon' vote Coldplay, play, play

Election time is coming

Immigration, socialism, capitalism, racism

Health care, welfare, seems like nobody cares

Big business, corporation, small business, taxation

Unemployment, education, my generation

Built a space station so when you google earth

You can see all the Haitians as they rebuild their nation

With fair trade, everybody trades

You trade, I trade and everybody gets paid

Election time around the corner

Who you gon' vote for?

We're okay

Election time around the corner

What you gon' fight for?

We're okay

Election time around the corner

Who you gon' vote for?

We're okay

Election time is coming

Do you want peace or war?

Alternative energy or oil in your SUV

Tell me what you're looking for, we about to have it all

Gun control, infrastructure, agriculture, manufacturer

Hip Hop, be my culture, tell me what you think about us

Technology and foreign policy

I need the bailout money to stimulate economy

Raised on family values, my life be my testament

King had a dream and you too can be the president

Election time around the corner

Who you gon' vote for?

We're okay

Election time around the corner

What you gon' fight for?

We're okay

Election time around the corner

Who you gon' vote for?

We're okay

Election time is coming

Do you want peace or war?

But the kids like

We're okay

As long as we got music, we gon' dance all day

He gon' vote Taylor Swift, she gon' vote Kanye, yeah, yeah

Election time is coming

But the kids like

We're okay

As long as we got music, we gon' party all day

She gon' vote U2, he gon' vote Coldplay, play, play

Election time is coming

You know what?

What?

Why don't you take some of that stuff I grew up on

You know what I'm talkin' about?

[?]

Gramps was a voodoo priest, Dad was a preacher

Uncle was a Mason, I was raised Christian

Best friend, Muslim, al-salam-alakum

My manager was Jewish, he taught me Shabbat Shalom

Flatbush Rastas taught me the scriptures

Haile Selassie, Marcus Garvey

Saint L'ouverture, Haitian Revolution

Napoleon's Army got spanked by them Haitians

Toussaint St. Jean with the info

Did you know that a Haitian founded Chicago?

If I was president

The first thing I would do is get my people out them tents

Election time is coming

My generation like

We're okay

As long as we got music, we gon' dance all day

He gon' vote Taylor Swift, she gon' vote Kanye, yeah, yeah

Election time is coming

But the kids like

We're okay

As long as we got music, we gon' party all day

She gon' vote U2, he gon' vote Coldplay, play, play

Election time is coming

I wanna thank you all for coming to see me here

You could have been anywhere

But you've chosen to come to the Haitian Experience to see us

I go by the name of Wyclef Jean, straight from Haiti

And that's my brother Steph on the drums

Death Threats lyrics - Wyclef Jean

 Death threats

In the middle of the night

Cowards on the telephone

Say I've got a pretty daughter with a pretty wife

So I got no choice

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

(Choppered up, vest on)

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

(Choppered up, vest on)

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

Yeah, I'm ridin' towards my enemy

Before they come and get my family

Biggie used to ask what's beef

It's when my own countryman wanna kill me

I used to rip a flag in the air like I'm part of the set

But now it seems like the same set is givin' me death threats

All I wanted to be was Commander-in-chief

But it seems like they wanna see me six feet deep

But no weapon used against me shall prosper

(Prosper, prosper, prosper, prosper)

Death threats

In the middle of the night

(What they said?)

Cowards on the telephone

Say I've got a pretty daughter with a pretty wife

So I got no choice

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

(Choppered up, vest on)

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

(Choppered up, vest on)

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

Yeah, I'm ridin' towards my enemy

Before they come and get my family

Then they labeled me

(A populist)

Pushed the decision back before they kicked me out the race

So they met in Peurto Princess in secrecy

They said they heard a rumor that I met with Irish Steve

But all I wanted to be was Commander-in-chief

So when the food price rise, everyone still eats

Give them some books, make sure everybody reads

Illiteracy is modern day slavery

Death threats

In the middle of the night

(What they said?)

Cowards on the telephone

Say I've got a pretty daughter with a pretty wife

So I got no choice

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

(Choppered up, vest on)

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

(Choppered up, vest on)

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

I'm ridin' towards my enemy

Before they come and get my family

The coin that I bet heads on, been tails all along

On both sides of the coin

So I'm careful who I eat with

'Cause if I'm poisoned, a dead man can't get elected

Preacher laid his hands on me, said it's a prophesy

But like Bijou Banton, it's my destiny

Yo, and I kept the crowd calm

But they runnin' out of patience, they got short talk and long arms

We disgrace, story come from photo press

All the music where the scene gets tense

And the perpetrator says, "If you love your life

You would take the next plane but you can't survive"

You see I won't get the Peace Prize

'Cause I got a rifle hangin' by my bedside

A million voices goin' feel like a genocide

If my people don't fight for their equal right

You see I won't get the Peace Prize

'Cause I got a rifle hangin' by my bedside

A million voices goin' feel like a genocide

If my people don't fight for their equal right

Death threats

Me ain't scared

In the middle of the night

(What they said?)

Cowards on the telephone

Say I've got a pretty daughter with a pretty wife

So I got no choice

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

(Choppered up, vest on)

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

(Choppered up, vest on)

Got on my chopper, got my vest on

Yeah, David shoot Goliath with a slingshot

[?]

(What they said)

[?]

Wyclef Jean other songs:

 

Belly Dance lyrics - Wyclef Jean (feat. Yxia)

 [Intro: Wycler Jean]

Wyclef AKA Mr. Reloaded

All di sexy girls, di sexy belly dem

Hey hey, this one goes out to the fine senoritas

All over the world belly dancin in the villa

See her in the dance gettin tipsy of Tequilla

The way she moves her hips she reminds me of Shakira

[Chorus: Yxia (Wyclef Jean)]

Belly dance, belly dance

(She gone get up and dance all night and do the) Belly dance

(New dance) Belly dance (New dance) Belly dance

(She wanna forget her problems tonight and do the) Belly dance

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]

I get a call from Shakira Shakira

I was gone but she made me come back before November

The rhythm of her belly got me dancin till the summer

I surrender, now every girl, come on come on

From Havana to Copa Cabana, Africa to Osaka

Di belly dancin gettin really hotter than di summer

Jamaican, Haitian, Latinas and Gyptians

Dem a do di belly dance and movin frisky

Di way dem a wine dem lookin tipsy

Tek a man rum and tek a bottle of whiskey

Girl yuh a wine and do di belly ting

Mi love how yuh look hot show yuh belly ring

And how yuh showed up showed up wid yuh pretty belly skin

Mek a man hair wanna stand uplike a Don King HEY!!!

[Chorus: Yxia (Wyclef Jean)]

Belly dance, belly dance

(She gone get up and dance all night and do the) Belly dance

(New dance) Belly dance (New dance) Belly dance

(She wanna forget her problems tonight and do the) Belly dance

[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]

For Fully Loaded ask (?) you know I'm always loaded

Back for Fully Loaded tell Renaissance you know I'm always loaded

I got a truck full of girls dem a do di belly dance some slim some overloaded

Back to New York, to the airport

Girl pick me up in a brand new sport (HEY)

Look into her eyes and I got the feeling

Tonight she belly dancin to the ceiling

[Chorus: Yxia (Wyclef Jean)]

Belly dance, belly dance

(She gone get up and dance all night and do the) Belly dance

(New dance) Belly dance (New dance) Belly dance

(She wanna forget her problems tonight and do the) Belly dance

[Bridge: Wyclef Jean]

This one goes out to the fine senoritas

All over the world belly dancin in the villa

See her in the dance gettin tipsy of Tequilla

The way she moves her hips she reminds me of Shakira

Jamaican, Haitian, Latinas and Gyptians

Dem a do di belly dance and movin frisky

Di way dem a wine dem lookin tipsy

Tek a man rum and tek a bottle of whiskey

Girl yuh a wine and do di belly ting

Mi love how yuh look hot show yuh belly ring

And how yuh showed up showed up wid yuh pretty belly skin

Mek a man hair wanna stand uplike a Don King HEY!!!

[Chorus: Yxia (Wyclef Jean)]

Belly dance, belly dance

(She gone get up and dance all night and do the) Belly dance

(New dance) Belly dance (New dance) Belly dance

(She wanna forget her problems tonight and do the) Belly dance

[Outro: Wyclef Jean]

Wyclef, Yxia in the building let's go

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY!!!

Camel To Ferraris lyrics - Wyclef Jean (feat. WavieboiD, T-Baby)

 [Wyclef Jean (WavieboiD):]

(New everything, me have me new money

Me have me new dividends

Me new mutual fund

Me new stocks

Me new bank account

And bare no tings round here)

Straight from the parishes of Haiti

To Brooklyn, New Jersey

Who would have thought we would have landed in Dubai

(Chaa)

[Wyclef Jean:]

Back from Abu Dhabi

From the camel to Ferrari

The only thing you can't be

Is what you can't dream

Back from the grand priest

Riding camels and Ferraris

You see the only thing you can't be

What you can't be

[T-Baby:]

We picked up the hundreds and fifties

We ran through the bandos as kids

But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft

To take care of my niggas that's with me

Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys

To show all the gangs in the trenches

That we gone get richer and richer

So we try and get richer and richer

[Wyclef Jean:]

Cause I came in just like you

Raised in the projects just like you

Mama was on welfare just like you

I even robbed a store once just like you

My house was kinda rough just like you

So I fought for myself boy just like you

I even bought a gun man, just like you

Shot it off a few times (Rrrah) just like you

My people in a gang man, just like you

They were murdered in Flatbush Avenue

Revenge on my mind man, just like you

But preparing on doing your mom in too

More money more problems man, just like you

Yeah, flesh and blood man, just like you

Good days, bad days, girl we will pull through

I ran for president, so can you

Back from Abu Dhabi

From the camel to Ferrari

The only thing you can't be

Is what you can't dream

Back from the grand priest

Riding camels and Ferraris

You see the only thing you can't be

What you can't be

[T-Baby:]

We picked up the hundreds and fifties

We ran through the bandos as kids

But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft

To take care of my niggas that's with me

Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys

To show all the gangs in the trenches

That we gone get richer and richer

So we try and get richer and richer

I put it on for the crib, showing the wave what it is

I just got off of the flight, I just got back from Dubai

Nigga I like it I bite (whoa)

I made a way out the way

I'm putting money away, when they get clouds on your rains

They talk about making it rain, I'm talking about trips to the bay

Everybody love you til they hate you

Acting like they love you but they hate you

I can see them talking in the rearview

Engine revving I can't even hear you

We picked up the hundreds and fifties

We ran through the bandos as kids

But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft

To take care of my niggas that's with me

Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys

To show all the gangs in the trenches

That we gone get richer and richer

So we try and get richer and richer

Mama told me when I hit the streets the shit won't get easy

But they need me to feed them pasta like Luigi

Couple gs in my pocket, flexxing like I ate my wheeties

All night same clothes I needed all night creeping

I needed white grannies just like you

White couch, marble floors just like you

[?] just like you

Send my young boys home with the Tonton Macoute

We come with the low choppers still in the basement

Ain't never made it out, ain't never fake it

Just trying to be on the list with the greatest

I love you, you understand big homie?

You made it

We picked up the hundreds and fifties

We ran through the bandos as kids

But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft

To take care of my niggas that's with me

Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys

To show all the gangs in the trenches

That we gone get richer and richer

So we try and get richer and richer

Cards Never Lie lyrics - Wyclef Jean (feat. Beyonce Knowles & Rah Digga)

 (from "MTV's Hip Hopera: Carmen" soundtrack)

[Beyonce:]

The cards never lie, my last breath a sigh

And now I think about if it's my time to die

I don't know what I was thinking, steady wasting time with Hill

And I need to live my life because my time is unforgiven

I can't understand how my life changed around

Manifest my destiny, is it the brown underground?

Blue skies are turning grayer it's the point of indecision

Believing in the cards you must respect it's every vision

[Wyclef:]

Oh Girlfriend, get your mind on right

Don't spend your time cause you can't waste your time

Everyday like it's your last, but you must fear divine

Intervention comes and snatch up all your dreams from behind

Love!

You feel it and you got to let them know it

Love!

Your heart and that's the feeling that you go with

If you have a dream you need to go and let them know it

Cause you could wake up in the morning and it could be over

[Beyonce:]

No, No, No, No

I don't wanna, I don't wanna

I don't wanna go

Just, Just, Just let me stay home

Let me live my dream, let me see another dawn

No, No, No, No

I don't wanna, I don't wanna

I don't wanna go

Just, Just, Just let me stay home

Let me live my dream, let me see another dawn

[Rah Digga:]

Carmen, don't listen cause the cards have deceit

Just slide him the money, we don't need a receipt

Truth only exists within the eyes of the beholder

Plus he's kind of young for fortune telling

He probably should be older

[Wyclef:]

But the cards never lie, I thought I told you

Now it's her turn to try, to reach her goals before she reaches the sky

[Beyonce:]

This is love

It's like I'm trying to throw my life away

Sometimes love is all you got and other times it makes you pay

[Wyclef:]

Well when you finally rise

Then you'll realize

[Beyonce:]

The windows to the soul are not the hips but the eyes

[Wyclef:]

Oh You could wish on the stars but they dead, just the light

[Beyonce:]

But they shine just as bright as they did their entire life

No, No, No, No

I don't wanna, I don't wanna

I don't wanna go

Just, Just, Just let me stay home

Let me live my dreams, let me see another dawn

No, No, No, No

I don't wanna, I don't wanna

I don't wanna go

Just, Just, Just let me stay home

Just let me live my dreams, let me see another day

Dar Um Jeito (We Will Find A Way) lyrics - Wyclef Jean (with Santana) (feat. Avicii & Alexandre Pires)

 Dar um jeito Oooo!

Dar um jeito Oooo!

[Wyclef Jean:]

When you got nothing to eat

And you find it hard to sleep

How you struggle on the streets

And you can't escape the heat

But your heart could feel that beat

So you get up off your feet

Ain't no mountain you can't reach

Grab your star and make a wish (ouhoho)

We celebrating and we're waving all our rags

We're all united even though we're different flags

We are all one voice,one heart, one soul

Once we set that Goal

You know we're gonna score

[Pre-Chorus:]

Here we go Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!

That's all we know Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!

So here we go Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!

That's all we know

[Chorus:]

Dar um jeito Oooo!

We're gonna find a way

And we're gonna find a way

Dar um jeito Ooo!

We're gonna find a way

And we're gonna find a way

[Alexandre Pires:]

Você nasceu para brilhar

Está escrito em seu olhar

é tão forte a sensação

De vestir uma nação

Quando o jogo começar

Ninguém vai te segurar

Sua determinação

é de um grande campeão

Nós celebramos e vibramos por vocês

O mundo inteiro está torcendo outra vez

Nós somos uma voz, corpo, alma, coração

Então vamos gritar

Explode Emoção

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

Here we go!

Here we go Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!

That's all we know Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!

So here we go Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!

That's all we know

Dar um jeito Oooo!

We will find a way

And we're gonna find a way

Dar um jeito Ooo!

We're gonna find a way

And we're gonna find a way

Here we go!

David Banner lyrics - Wyclef Jean (feat. Hollywood, Shells, Timbaland & Trini)

 [Intro:]

[Wyclef Jean:] John Shop!!!

[Wyclef Jean & Timbaland:] You don't wanna provoke!

[Wyclef Jean:]

You won't like me when I'm angry!

You won't like me when I'm angry!!!!

[Timbaland:] Let me tell ya!

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean + (Timbaland)]

You don't wanna provoke the David Banner cause when the Hulk come out

The trunk come out the pump come out

You gonna have to pay me for protection

If not when you see me go in the other direction

Yo! You don't want the good guy to turn villain

Children come up missin

Grandma and grandpa found in the Atlantic Ocean

Homicide show up see I was just fishin

I caught two snappers now I'm cookin in the kitchen

You wanna play comedian so I'm the king of Comedy (What)

Crackin jokes at your eulogy killin your family (Uh huh)

Got the Vibe I like my wife beater

XXL and once I find The Source and turn the cross

Natural we'll murder you (Uh huh)

Then kiss yo' mom at the funeral (Uh huh)

And like my man Haitian Jack I be at immigration

A Haitian singin the same old song

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Timbaland]

Oh lordy (Oh) Mr. U.S. don't deport me (Don't deport me)

Lord, I know you heard the whole story

About the guns that we hidin in Miami, whoa!!!

[Verse 2:]

[Wyclef Jean:] Hollywood!!!

[Hollywood (Timbaland):]

How often do I clap take a portion of your crack (What)

Till I walk you to your grave with your coffin on your back (Uh huh)

Since a snotnose in Pre K, kids wanted to be me

Niggaz couldn't see me from B.K. to P.A

Fuck what he or she say, long as my peeps straight (Uh huh)

Armed with my heat bake, calm as I see Jake (Uh huh)

Ski stay a feet way, far from them cheap snakes (Ha!)

Cause these rap buffoons be all on that cliche

I laughed at a&r's when they tossed the tape

Now they come to see me to endorse the tape

I'm whippin it well, you see the word boss on plates (What)

Whether the cake or the jewels it still Frosted Flakes

Without the Tony or the Tiger what's Frosted Flakes?

I boss this tape

[Wyclef Jean (Timbaland):]

Yeah, Refugee Camp, this the next generation right here (Uh huh)

Don't run, be a man!

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Timbaland]

Oh lordy (Oh) Mr. U.S. don't deport me (Don't deport me)

Lord, I know you heard the whole story

About the guns that we hidin in Miami, whoa!!!

Oh lordy (Oh) Mr. U.S. don't deport me (Don't deport me)

Lord, I know you heard the whole story

About the guns that we hidin in Miami, whoa!!!

[Verse 3:]

[Wyclef Jean:] Trini!!!

[Trini (Timbaland):]

Short money I don't settle for nah I embezzle more

Yeah I'm a rebel and my flow is forever raw

Niggaz ain't ready man, bitches ain't ready man

Trini sends slugs let it ride through your Chevy van (Uh huh)

Yeah I got the spots on lock

Bitches you ain't gotta move

But my gun'll push you off the block (Uh huh)

Now you know I'm hot you just hate to admit it (What)

In your hood I come through and murder everything in it (Ha!)

Y'all niggaz is pussy, I can smell it from a far (Uh huh)

Trini fear no man don't give a fuck who you are (Uh huh)

I'm soon to be the most expected (What)

Now let me run that back I am the most respected

[Verse 4:]

[Wyclef Jean:] Shells!!!

[Shells (Timbaland):]

Now when Shells come out, it's back on the block again

No music and videos back pushin rocks again

Back on the low right hand with the glock again

Beef I'm a pop now six till your pops hit

I don't play around dogs a gangsta and a gentlemen

Yeah I'm spaced out cause it's all about the benjamins (Uh huh)

Can tell if you a thug by the way you shake your hand (Uh huh)

Can tell if you really hustle by the way you move grams

I do it dogs shoot it dogs trust me don't do it dogs

Lose it dogs see your eye I could black and blue it dogs

Call your dogs you a bitch man made never snitch (What)

Time to eat it's the click, black burners nah mean

Sick of you niggaz pullin them triggers gettin them figures stop (What)

I burn your block with a bomb like I ain't run and go call the cops (What)

It's Shells ma this man back in your buildin

I'm clappin your children if I don't sell a million

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Timbaland]

Oh lordy (Oh) Mr. U.S. don't deport me (Don't deport me)

Lord, I know you heard the whole story

About the guns that we hidin in Miami, whoa!!!

Oh lordy (Oh) Mr. U.S. don't deport me (Don't deport me)

Lord, I know you heard the whole story

About the guns that we hidin in Miami, whoa!!!