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from Wyclef Jean - It Doesn'T Matter Pt. 1 [single] (2000)
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry Don't matter if I bleed You've been on a road Don't know where it goes or where it leads It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need If you've made up your mind to go I won't beg you to stay You've been in a cage Throw you to the wind you fly away It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need It doesn't matter if I cry Doesn't matter if I bleed Feel the sting of tears Falling on this face you've loved for years |
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from Wyclef Jean - It Doesn'T Matter Pt. 1 [single] (2000)
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry Don't matter if I bleed You've been on a road Don't know where it goes or where it leads It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need If you've made up your mind to go I won't beg you to stay You've been in a cage Throw you to the wind you fly away It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need It doesn't matter if I cry Doesn't matter if I bleed Feel the sting of tears Falling on this face you've loved for years |
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from Wyclef Jean - It Doesn'T Matter Pt. 1 [single] (2000)
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] |
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from Wyclef Jean - New Day Pt.1 [single] (1999)
We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down Ladies and gents Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out Here we go, yo (Wyclef) We don't need no education (yeah) Says a young man sitting in class (yeah) School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah) Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah) Turn on your television (yeah) Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah) Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah) Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job (Wyclef) To all my refugees, enough respect To all my juveniles, enough respect To all my war children, enough respect Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on (Bono)(Wyclef) Keep your head up (Uh keep your head up) Cause a new day's gonna come (Every country got a ghetto, come on) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (Everybody sing this part right here) 1 - (Wyclef) Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure I wanna take this time to thank you For giving me Life Alright Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure And taken by machine gun trigger Out for giving me life (Wyclef) Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today People getting fired, some getting wild Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat (Grrr!) By any means necessary Turning over the hour glass Gotta get it straight before it's too late Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate Now everybody sing the hook (Bono)(Wyclef) Keep your head up (Your head up, your head up) Cause a new day's gonna come (For the new millennium) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (Everybody sing this part right here) Repeat 1 (Wyclef) My people in the front, everybody in the buck Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp Stomp, stomp, stomp Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin (Bono)(Wyclef) Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep She's afraid to dream Ten years old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep She's afraid to dream Ten years old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen (Let me do the guitar solo right here) (I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all) (Bono & Children's Choir)(Wyclef) Keep your head up Cause a new day's gonna come (Ha, ha) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (All my broke people sing this part right here) Repeat 1 (Wyclef) Hey, hey, hey, hey Wyclef and Bono Jerry Wonder in the back I let the DJ cut the wax Y'all need to stop it with the violence True Refugee combination Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear Trying to find a new year |
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from Wyclef Jean - New Day Pt.1 [single] (1999)
We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down Ladies and gents Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out Here we go, yo (Wyclef) We don't need no education (yeah) Says a young man sitting in class (yeah) School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah) Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah) Turn on your television (yeah) Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah) Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah) Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job (Wyclef) To all my refugees, enough respect To all my juveniles, enough respect To all my war children, enough respect Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on (Bono)(Wyclef) Keep your head up (Uh keep your head up) Cause a new day's gonna come (Every country got a ghetto, come on) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (Everybody sing this part right here) 1 - (Wyclef) Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure I wanna take this time to thank you For giving me Life Alright Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure And taken by machine gun trigger Out for giving me life (Wyclef) Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today People getting fired, some getting wild Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat (Grrr!) By any means necessary Turning over the hour glass Gotta get it straight before it's too late Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate Now everybody sing the hook (Bono)(Wyclef) Keep your head up (Your head up, your head up) Cause a new day's gonna come (For the new millennium) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (Everybody sing this part right here) Repeat 1 (Wyclef) My people in the front, everybody in the buck Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp Stomp, stomp, stomp Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin (Bono)(Wyclef) Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep She's afraid to dream Ten years old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep She's afraid to dream Ten years old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen (Let me do the guitar solo right here) (I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all) (Bono & Children's Choir)(Wyclef) Keep your head up Cause a new day's gonna come (Ha, ha) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (All my broke people sing this part right here) Repeat 1 (Wyclef) Hey, hey, hey, hey Wyclef and Bono Jerry Wonder in the back I let the DJ cut the wax Y'all need to stop it with the violence True Refugee combination Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear Trying to find a new year |
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from Wyclef Jean - New Day Pt.1 [single] (1999)
I dedicate this record the carnival
to all you brothers takin long trips down south, virginia,balitmore all round the world and your girl gets this message that you aint commin' back, she sittin back in her room, dalights is off, shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow) and this is what i tell her for you every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry, i ask myself why oh why, see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5, so ill be gone til november, said ill be gone till november ill be gone till november, you tell my girl yo i be gone till november, ill be gone till november ill be gone til november, you tell my girl yo ill be gone till november, january, february, march, april, may, i see you cryin but girl i cant stay ill be gone till november, ill be gone till november... and give a kiss to my motha.. when i come back there be no time to clock, ill have enough money to buy out the glocks, tell my brotha go to school in september so he wont mess up in summer school in da summer, tell my cousin jerry wear his condom if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo you sucka M.C.s you got no flow i heard ya style you so so I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin, hip hop turns to the future of rock when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now i have a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season,yea you with the loud voice posin like your top choice, i make a hertz out of ya rolls royce, besides i got my girl to remember and i committed that ill be back in november. |
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from Wyclef Jean - New Day Pt.2 [single] (1999)
We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down Ladies and gents Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out Here we go, yo (Wyclef) We don't need no education (yeah) Says a young man sitting in class (yeah) School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah) Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah) Turn on your television (yeah) Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah) Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah) Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job (Wyclef) To all my refugees, enough respect To all my juveniles, enough respect To all my war children, enough respect Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on (Bono)(Wyclef) Keep your head up (Uh keep your head up) Cause a new day's gonna come (Every country got a ghetto, come on) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (Everybody sing this part right here) 1 - (Wyclef) Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure I wanna take this time to thank you For giving me Life Alright Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure And taken by machine gun trigger Out for giving me life (Wyclef) Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today People getting fired, some getting wild Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat (Grrr!) By any means necessary Turning over the hour glass Gotta get it straight before it's too late Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate Now everybody sing the hook (Bono)(Wyclef) Keep your head up (Your head up, your head up) Cause a new day's gonna come (For the new millennium) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (Everybody sing this part right here) Repeat 1 (Wyclef) My people in the front, everybody in the buck Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp Stomp, stomp, stomp Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin (Bono)(Wyclef) Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep She's afraid to dream Ten years old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep She's afraid to dream Ten years old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen (Let me do the guitar solo right here) (I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all) (Bono & Children's Choir)(Wyclef) Keep your head up Cause a new day's gonna come (Ha, ha) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (All my broke people sing this part right here) Repeat 1 (Wyclef) Hey, hey, hey, hey Wyclef and Bono Jerry Wonder in the back I let the DJ cut the wax Y'all need to stop it with the violence True Refugee combination Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear Trying to find a new year |
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from Wyclef Jean - New Day Pt.2 [single] (1999)
We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down Ladies and gents Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out Here we go, yo (Wyclef) We don't need no education (yeah) Says a young man sitting in class (yeah) School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah) Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah) Turn on your television (yeah) Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah) Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah) Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job (Wyclef) To all my refugees, enough respect To all my juveniles, enough respect To all my war children, enough respect Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on (Bono)(Wyclef) Keep your head up (Uh keep your head up) Cause a new day's gonna come (Every country got a ghetto, come on) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (Everybody sing this part right here) 1 - (Wyclef) Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure I wanna take this time to thank you For giving me Life Alright Mama, mama You know you raised me with no father figure And taken by machine gun trigger Out for giving me life (Wyclef) Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today People getting fired, some getting wild Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat (Grrr!) By any means necessary Turning over the hour glass Gotta get it straight before it's too late Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate Now everybody sing the hook (Bono)(Wyclef) Keep your head up (Your head up, your head up) Cause a new day's gonna come (For the new millennium) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (Everybody sing this part right here) Repeat 1 (Wyclef) My people in the front, everybody in the buck Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp Stomp, stomp, stomp Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin (Bono)(Wyclef) Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep She's afraid to dream Ten years old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep She's afraid to dream Ten years old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen (Let me do the guitar solo right here) (I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all) (Bono & Children's Choir)(Wyclef) Keep your head up Cause a new day's gonna come (Ha, ha) And look towards the sun Some got the darkness all around (All my broke people sing this part right here) Repeat 1 (Wyclef) Hey, hey, hey, hey Wyclef and Bono Jerry Wonder in the back I let the DJ cut the wax Y'all need to stop it with the violence True Refugee combination Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear Trying to find a new year |
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from Wyclef Jean - It Doesn'T Matter Pt. 2 [single] (0000)
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry Don't matter if I bleed You've been on a road Don't know where it goes or where it leads It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need If you've made up your mind to go I won't beg you to stay You've been in a cage Throw you to the wind you fly away It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need It doesn't matter if I cry Doesn't matter if I bleed Feel the sting of tears Falling on this face you've loved for years |
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from Wyclef Jean - It Doesn'T Matter Pt. 2 [single] (0000)
(Wyclef):
We got the ReFugees All Stars rub-a-dubbin in the club Wyclef Jean... John Forte... Prazwell Knahmean the streets are gettin a little crazy Looka looka looka looka looka looka looka Looka here look at shorty got back, should I ask her for a dance, hold on, there's too many in the wolf pack And besides, Dirty Cash talkin to her Buyin her fake furs and takin her to the Fever Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his Benz She spends his Franklins at the malls with her friends Material girl, livin in a material world But it's alright, cause it's Saturday night So mista funkmaster pump the BeeGees And all you college students playin ouijas check the spellin, R-E, F-U-G-E E get the CD from Sam Goody he he You ain't even close wit the rhymes that you wrote Don't be mad cause you broke * imitating DJ Kool * Let me clear my throat, ah huh ah huh, John Forte Grab the mic and won't you sway it this way (John Forte): I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer Hopin that the game treat that ass a little kinder Every step tangoed, your beef don't concern me I'm eatin mangos in Trinadad wit attorneys (oh yeah) My crew slang flow worldwide like a current Went to every spot, where nobody got insurance Brother do the math, you ain't half near exotic My man's claim true, you, forget about it Po-Po just a nuisance, like my influence Well recognized you a lie tryin to do it Got juice told your lady, oops, we nuts baby Smooth and charismatic automatic you gon save me (Forte) God bless the dead as my son survive We strive to teach the youth baby, and stay alive (Wyclef): ReFugee camp, nuts baby John Forte, yo watch your lady (Watch your lady, hahh) Aiiight (Especially around Dirty Cash) Yo, if you got more than a dollar in your pocket right now Put your hands up (Prazwell/Dirty Cash): Yo yo Well you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man, a business man Condos down the shore, multimillion pension plan (uh-huh) But it ain't in my plan, to make move without the fam (no way) I keep it intact, yo Clef, do the track John, play the mack while I, pay the tax Business as Usual, watchin Suspects Steal my assets, get cut with Gi-lettes We built this concept, connect like Nynex Drinks at the bar, my American Express (Wyclef): You a cook up, cook up, the copper pull up, pull up Dem a cuff up, cuff up, you, who's callin bluff? Now you shook up, shook up, cause you lock up, lock up Man I love up, love up, you, who's callin bluff? * imitating Audio Two * Hey yo Jean is chillin, Dirty Cash dealin What more can I say? We livin That's what we got, we got it good And since you understood, we be... (Prazwell): Yeah, live at the Carnival Nine-seven, til infinity, hah ReFugee All Stars Can't stop the shining, cant stop the shining Can't stop the shining, cant stop the shining You wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining You wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining Can't stop the shining, cant stop the shining... |
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from Wyclef Jean - Gone Till November [single] (1997)
I dedicate this record the carnival
to all you brothers takin long trips down south, virginia,balitmore all round the world and your girl gets this message that you aint commin' back, she sittin back in her room, dalights is off, shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow) and this is what i tell her for you every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry, i ask myself why oh why, see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5, so ill be gone til november, said ill be gone till november ill be gone till november, you tell my girl yo i be gone till november, ill be gone till november ill be gone til november, you tell my girl yo ill be gone till november, january, february, march, april, may, i see you cryin but girl i cant stay ill be gone till november, ill be gone till november... and give a kiss to my motha.. when i come back there be no time to clock, ill have enough money to buy out the glocks, tell my brotha go to school in september so he wont mess up in summer school in da summer, tell my cousin jerry wear his condom if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo you sucka M.C.s you got no flow i heard ya style you so so I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin, hip hop turns to the future of rock when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now i have a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season,yea you with the loud voice posin like your top choice, i make a hertz out of ya rolls royce, besides i got my girl to remember and i committed that ill be back in november. |
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from Wyclef Jean - Gone Till November [single] (1997)
I dedicate this record the carnival
to all you brothers takin long trips down south, virginia,balitmore all round the world and your girl gets this message that you aint commin' back, she sittin back in her room, dalights is off, shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow) and this is what i tell her for you every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry, i ask myself why oh why, see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5, so ill be gone til november, said ill be gone till november ill be gone till november, you tell my girl yo i be gone till november, ill be gone till november ill be gone til november, you tell my girl yo ill be gone till november, january, february, march, april, may, i see you cryin but girl i cant stay ill be gone till november, ill be gone till november... and give a kiss to my motha.. when i come back there be no time to clock, ill have enough money to buy out the glocks, tell my brotha go to school in september so he wont mess up in summer school in da summer, tell my cousin jerry wear his condom if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo you sucka M.C.s you got no flow i heard ya style you so so I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin, hip hop turns to the future of rock when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now i have a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season,yea you with the loud voice posin like your top choice, i make a hertz out of ya rolls royce, besides i got my girl to remember and i committed that ill be back in november. |
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from Wyclef Jean - Gone Till November [single] (1997)
{S} indicates the actual words in spanish
{T} indicates the translation into english --- {S} Hola! Soy Celia Cruz {T} (Hi! I am Celia Cruz) {S} Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!) {T} (And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival; Azucar!!) [singing] Guantanamera [Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining [singing] Guajila, Guantanamera [Wyclef] Worldwide [singing] Guan-tana-mera [Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo [singing] Guajila voy, de na meda Yo soy un hombre sincero [Wyclef] That was then, this is now Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon! [singing] De donde crecen las palmas [Wyclef Jean] Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh! Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh! Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh! Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh! [Wyclef sings, then raps] Guantanamera Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar Guan-tana-mera... Guajila Guan-tana-mera... Verse One: Wyclef Jean Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera' Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play On his old forty-five when he used to be alive She went from a young girl, to a grown woman Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide Pac Woman better yet Space Invader If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss A dime if you tell me that you love me Chorus: Guantanamera Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar Guan-tana-mera... Guajila Guan-tana-mera... [singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses] {S} Soy una mujer, sincera {T} (I am a sincere woman) Do you speak English? {S} De donde crecen las palmas {T} (From where the palm tree grows) Can I buy you a drink? {S} Soy una mujer, sincera {T} (I am a sincere woman) Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh {S} De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas {T} (From where the palm tree grows) You killin me {S} Y antes de morir, yo quiero {T} (And before I die, I want to) .. {S} cantar mis versos del alma {T} (sing the verses in my heart) Te quiero mama, te quiero!! Guantanamera Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far Guan-tana-mera... Guajila Guan-tana-mera Verse Two: Lauryn Hill Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum And waited patiently while the businessmen come Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service This gentle flower, fertility was her power Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera [Wyclef responds to singing again] Guantanamera Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila Guantanamera Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar Guan-tana-mera... Guajila Guan-tana-mera... |
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from Wyclef Jean - Gunpowder [single] (1998)
(Wyclef)
Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse y'know? Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here Yo what's this I hear about the police in Brooklyn? Turn this jam up, yo, yo This the type of jam that be getting no airplay I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo This the type of jam that be getting no airplay You asked for it buddy, here it comes One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin *repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"* I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat Two straps, a total of sixteen caps Say something positive? No positivity More positivity, more positivity brutality Thugs get angry, the violence increase You want peace, make Wyclef chief of police Riding through the hood, it's the same ol story It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy Standin on the block when the spot get hot Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop So I'm sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals Anything I touch, it turns monumental Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible for the streets, at the same time, we gotta eat When we commercialize it's to enterprise We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die But Jerry is broke, that's the situation Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction No more war milk, no more government cheese Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse, apocalypse This the type of jam that be getting no airplay The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin (Manhunt) Yo bust this Forty caliber, seventeen through your character Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness (Wyclef) One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore Five six, you're sticking me with nightsticks Seven eight, I'm forced to call Canibus Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin (Canibus) You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head pull it Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with puncutations of five-knuckle phrases I assure you the vocalist standin before you will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you My tongue moves much faster than yours do Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you I'm warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass Make your hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/) Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga (Wyclef) One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore Five six, you're sticking us with nightsticks Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here) A-ight? New Jersey in the house... The people versus gestapo, what what Yo, there'll be no sequel to this revolution There will be no sequel to this revolution The people versus gestapo There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what what |
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from Wyclef Jean - Gunpowder [single] (1998)
When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore" Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my... Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next? Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues "The friends will make you, then too can break you They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu" "Who?" "You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" "Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you" "Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..." "Uh-huh" "Who used to sell bang" "Uh-huh" "DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..." "What?" "In a plastic bag with a note attached" "Saying what?" "A million and a half or he won't be back" "So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp" Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part? Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope? S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose You're shootin' in the opposite position I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition On your wig transition?" My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised Shalom, shalom, pardon my left But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death You provoke the cycle, call Michael You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother No-one hears you even though you knock You used to walk around the block with the daily rock Things done changed since your spark got hot Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be witcha girl gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your goose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your goose |
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from Wyclef Jean - Two Wrongs [single] (2002)
(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 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, a |
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from Wyclef Jean - Two Wrongs [single] (2002)
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 you all to do me a favor Someone please call 911 Tell them I just been shot down And the bullet's in my heart And it's piercing through my soul Feel my body gettin cold Somone please call 911 The alleged assalaint Is my lover And she shot me through my soul Feel my body gettin cold So cold Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner I think I'm trapped here for a while 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 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 Someone please call 911 Tell them I just got shot down And it's piercing through my soul Feel my body getting cold Someone please call 911 The alleged assalaint Was my lover And she shot me through my soul Feel my body getting cold Wyclef and Mary J Blige I know you're feeling me girl I know you understand |
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from Wyclef Jean - Two Wrongs [single] (2002)
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn. Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet. Good friends we had, Good friends we've lost along the way. In this great future you can't forget your past, So dry your tears I say And to my peeps who passed away, No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say. Hey little sister don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say. I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey, And little Georgie would make the firelight, As stolen cars passed through the night And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew. My drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright, Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright, O everything's gonna be alright, The gun man's in the house tonight, But everything's gonna be alright. [CHORUS] Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah [CLEF] No woman no cry, no woman no cry. Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say. I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown. The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet. Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost Along the way hey. In this great future, You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say. Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away [CHORUS] Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah |
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from Wyclef Jean - Two Wrongs [single] (2002)
This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous For every Go-Go Bar I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex I be seeing y'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 y'all now, fellas They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin' Turn up my symphony, man. Turn up my symphony Drop a BEAT Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper, yo 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 champaigne room' Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling down, type of tears that money couldn't buy Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper, yo Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama Excuse me, what is your name? said I'm in love with a stripper, yo 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 and on white canopy Wyclef extended his hand to me Like Billy D. said he's feelin 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 Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper, yo Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper, yo Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls fronting like the budweiser commercial Talking bout, 'IIIIIII, I don't be going to the strip joints' You lying man! You'd be surprised who you see up in there man. I got one question for you liars, man Shot callers, Wasn't you a preacher? You 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 Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper, yo Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man. New York |
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from Wyclef Jean - Pussycat [single] (2002)
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do You and We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there Lets go Chorus Whoa, whoa, whoa See dat pussycat [Repeat three times] Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak Feel me on this track Girl let me spell out pussycat Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t Thats 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 Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus Hold up wait a minute To all my hood kitties Dont you pull your claws Therell be none of that on the dance floor For the battle cats I got metaphors You dont wanna test You got sweaty paws Which part you dont understand Dont let it be another cat scan Talk a ice when my shine reacts I leave you blind wit a cataract Ay yo But did anybody see my bobcat Anybody Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken Oh, Lord She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment I said it wasnt 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 Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus x 3 Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything Put the blind fold on Girl let me feel your tongue ring Bling Now Ima quick cat B |
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from Wyclef Jean - Pussycat [single] (2002)
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do You and We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there Lets go Chorus Whoa, whoa, whoa See dat pussycat [Repeat three times] Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak Feel me on this track Girl let me spell out pussycat Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t Thats 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 Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus Hold up wait a minute To all my hood kitties Dont you pull your claws Therell be none of that on the dance floor For the battle cats I got metaphors You dont wanna test You got sweaty paws Which part you dont understand Dont let it be another cat scan Talk a ice when my shine reacts I leave you blind wit a cataract Ay yo But did anybody see my bobcat Anybody Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken Oh, Lord She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment I said it wasnt 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 Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus x 3 Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything Put the blind fold on Girl let me feel your tongue ring Bling Now Ima quick cat B |
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from Wyclef Jean - Pussycat [single] (2002)
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do You and We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there Lets go Chorus Whoa, whoa, whoa See dat pussycat [Repeat three times] Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak Feel me on this track Girl let me spell out pussycat Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t Thats 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 Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus Hold up wait a minute To all my hood kitties Dont you pull your claws Therell be none of that on the dance floor For the battle cats I got metaphors You dont wanna test You got sweaty paws Which part you dont understand Dont let it be another cat scan Talk a ice when my shine reacts I leave you blind wit a cataract Ay yo But did anybody see my bobcat Anybody Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken Oh, Lord She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment I said it wasnt 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 Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus x 3 Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything Put the blind fold on Girl let me feel your tongue ring Bling Now Ima quick cat B |
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from Wyclef Jean - Pussycat [single] (2002)
[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 |
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from Wyclef Jean - 911 [single] (2001)
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 you all to do me a favor Someone please call 911 Tell them I just been shot down And the bullet's in my heart And it's piercing through my soul Feel my body gettin cold Somone please call 911 The alleged assalaint Is my lover And she shot me through my soul Feel my body gettin cold So cold Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner I think I'm trapped here for a while 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 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 Someone please call 911 Tell them I just got shot down And it's piercing through my soul Feel my body getting cold Someone please call 911 The alleged assalaint Was my lover And she shot me through my soul Feel my body getting cold Wyclef and Mary J Blige I know you're feeling me girl I know you understand |
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from Wyclef Jean - 911 [single] (2001)
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 you all to do me a favor Someone please call 911 Tell them I just been shot down And the bullet's in my heart And it's piercing through my soul Feel my body gettin cold Somone please call 911 The alleged assalaint Is my lover And she shot me through my soul Feel my body gettin cold So cold Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner I think I'm trapped here for a while 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 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 Someone please call 911 Tell them I just got shot down And it's piercing through my soul Feel my body getting cold Someone please call 911 The alleged assalaint Was my lover And she shot me through my soul Feel my body getting cold Wyclef and Mary J Blige I know you're feeling me girl I know you understand |
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from Wyclef Jean - 911 [single] (2001)
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry Don't matter if I bleed You've been on a road Don't know where it goes or where it leads It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need If you've made up your mind to go I won't beg you to stay You've been in a cage Throw you to the wind you fly away It doesn't matter what I want It doesn't matter what I need It doesn't matter if I cry Doesn't matter if I bleed Feel the sting of tears Falling on this face you've loved for years |
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from Destiny's Child, Destiny's Child - This Is The Remix [remix] (2002)
This is the remix
The jeep's pump this new remix (uh huh) This is the remix Radio's play this remix This is the remix The Crups pump this remix This is the remix The Refugee's Camp have the remix Destiny's child We 'bout to set it This is the remix The streets pump the remix This is the remix Every project, come on, come on Destiny's Child, hey [Destiny's Child] Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes But you keep on frontin' Won't you say what's on your mind Cuz each and every time I see you babe You give me signs But when I ask you what's the deal You hold it all inside If you wanna be with me Ya gotta keep it real Tell me what's going on Tell me how you feel Cuz boy I know you want me Just as much as I want you So come and get my love It's all here for you *You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you keep acting this way You're gonna lose my love I ain't got no time to play You better hurry up Cuz every time I come around And cruise around your way I see ya on the corner But you don't know what to say When I walk up to you baby You seem so shy What's the problem baby Never had a girl like I I can see right through you And you know you wanna be mine So get your act together Cuz you're running out of time *Repeat Everytime I see you with your boys You pretend as if you don't want me When you get home you call me on the phone And tell me how much you care Yo, close your eyes, shorty You're guarenteed to be hypnotized By the remix that Wyclef provides I don't care about your size Girl shake your thighs All I'm trying to do In the hood is stay alive Make a little money with Destiny's Child Thugs hear this song, they dance they go wild Like Texas, they movin' like No limit soldiers They went from a dream to the Young supremes, sing it girls *Repeat |
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from Destiny's Child, Destiny's Child - This Is The Remix [remix] (2002)
*You make me wanna throw
my pager out the window Tell MCI to cut the phone poles Break my lease so i can move Cuz your a bug-a-boo a bug-a-boo I wanna put your number on the call block Have AOL make my email stop Cuz you a bug-a-boo your buggin what ya buggin who ya buggin Me and dont you see it aint cool Its not hot That you be callin me stressin me pagin my beeper your juss nonstop And its not hot That you be leavin me messages every ten mintues and then u stop by When i first met you, you were cool But it was game you had me fooled Cuz 20 mintues after i gave you my number you already had my mailbox full So what You bought a pair of shoes What now i guess you think i owe you You dont have to call as much as you do I'd give em back to be through with you And so what My momma liked you What now i guess you think i will too Even if the pope said he liked you too I dont really care cuz your a bug-a-boo *Repeat It not hot That when im blocking your phone number you call me over your best friend's house And its not hot That i cant even go out with my girlfriends without you tracking me down You need to chill out with that mess Cuz you can't keep having me stressed Cuz everytime my phone rings it seems to be you and im prayin that it is someone else I dont give a damn cuz your a bug-a-boo *Repeat When you callin me on the phone your buggin me When your following me around your buggin me Everything you do be buggin me Your buggin me your buggin me When you show up at my door your buggin me When you open up your mouth your buggin me Everytime i see your face your buggin me, your buggin me, your buggin me *Repeat |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day,
I was chillin' with Scott and the minute that we got in front of our crib with a shotgun. Cause jokers gonna be bustin' up in there trying to get food, clothing, shelter, TV's, forks, radios or whatever they can get there hands on. Shit is getting mad ill out here man. Joker's running out here like with MASKS on; I was with my man Pee, he think he like Charlie Chan or Robert De Niro or Bruce Lee or some shit, jumping from behind trees on Muhfuckas, like Cowboys BANG BANG or whatever you know. Trying to shoot a joker he had beef with, he wound up shootin my man up in the street, tyring to be Cowboys they can't even shoot, trying to be gangsta's but when the Beast come on the muthafuckin' block everybody break out. They beat my man Bob G. up the other day, cops, pigs vampin' on him, everybody just standin' around just watching that shit take place. Cause they only gangsta's when it comes to being gangsta's to themselves. They want to be Corleone, Luigi, or Gambino or Gotti or whatever the fuck. They run around callin' themselves Rahiem or Fuquan or Mustapha cause we think they got power, but fuck them, I got power. I got power, I got family, I got Family Business on Avon, on Chancellor, on Prince Street on Chadwick, on Stratford on Chancellor on Vailsburg. All of the Brick City. That's my family, we gonna settle The SCORE, once and for all. I'm not lettin' nobody I'm going out like a bandit. And all of these ZEALOTS trying to steal and trying to bite what I got like all of these big record companies, these corporations these stores they try to rob me. Naw man, I'm going, I'm a get mine. Me and my girl we gonna go out together we gonna be a soldier kid. When I go out, she go out. And we gonna make what we believe Manifest cause if you ain't Ready now, you ain't never gonna be ready . . . I'm always ready. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
Pick up your microphones
Pick up your microphones *How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many money say me say many many many How many mics do we rip on the daily Many money say me say many many many I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons Season change mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that Got your whole block saying true dat If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular Soldier soul for some secular muzac that's whack Plus you use that, loop, over and over Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child Your puerile, brain waves are sterile You can't create you just wait to take, my take Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me I get innovisions like Stevie See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC's make me vomit I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal Au contraire mon frere, don't you even go there Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision My minds make incisions in your anatomy And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus God made this word, you can't get with this Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah *Repeat (x2) I used to be underrated, now I take iron, makes my shit constipated I'm more concentrated, so on my day off with David Sanonburg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!" Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man Appetite to write, like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand Street pressure, word to papa I ain't going under One day I have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola Mama always told me, "Your one in a million, Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians" Now I got a record deal, how does it feel? I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal Cause the whole worlds' out a order So at night the feins dance on grease with John Travolta One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness stout Brother, brother can't you get this through your head It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds *Repeat (x2) Too many MC's not enough mikes, exit your show like I exit the turnpike Dice and dynomite like Dolomite, double do's been like I don't Dick Van Dyke Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses at night" And my ponage with martial encourage Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to Brooklyn Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to Hoboken A clean Getaway like Alec Baldwin Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman *Repeat (x2) Many, many money many many many Many, many money, ha, ha, ha |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
*Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and make you want me Now that I escape sleep walk away those who convolate knows the world they hate Jails bars ain't golden gates those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if i could rule the world, everyone who have a gun and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I send a letter to my friends A born again, hooligan only to be king again *Repeat yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less i must confess my destany's manifest to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES! Bless you if you represent the FU but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do Voodo, I could what you do, EASY! Believe me, frontin' niggaz gives me heebe-geebes so why you imitatin' Al Capone I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and take it slowly You can't run away from these styles I got Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no... Ready or not, refugees taking over The buffalo soldier, dread like rasta On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers Superfly, true lies do or dies toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille I refugee from Guatanamo Bay, dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay *Repeat (x2) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
One two - I'm bout to set this off! Like this
Hip-hoppers, check it *Another MC lose his life tonight, lawwwwd I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why Ohh laww-WWD, father don't let him bury me, whoahhhh I haunt MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin swords of Damocles Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract raps simple with a street format Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion of biting and recycling and callin it your own creation I feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's Watching Me" I got no privacy whether on land or at sea And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit It hurts don't it, a ReFugee come to your turf and take over the earth See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes that can only get down with my crew And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes (hehe) we'll show you how the ReFugees do Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time It's against the laws of physics So weep as your "Sweet Dreams" break up like Eurythmics Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether jew or gentile, I rank top percentile Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, "Black Magic Woman" So while you fumin I'm consumin mango juice under Polaris You just embarrassed cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris" And even after all my logic and my theory I add a motherfucker so you ig'nant niggaz hear me Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats And for you biting zealots, here's a quote *Repeat You can try but you can't divide the tribe These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe (whatchu readin?) The magazine says the girl should have gone solo The guys should stop rappin - vanish like Menudo Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part As long as someone was listenin, I knew it was a start For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp (bing!) Do a cameo while everybody do the dance Quick now, cause you runnin out of luck-a Playin Mr. Big, "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka" While you munchin at your luncheon I'll be plannin your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman I compress sound sets with my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex Bring terror to the shop of horror As she cry, "Mi amor," the Phantom dies in the Opera And to the young'uns who carry gadgets And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath (hold up, hold up!) Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me Then get buried like the great Mussolini And for you bitin zealots, your rap styles are relics No matter who you "Damage," you're still a false "Prophet" *Repeat |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
*Warn the town the beast is loose,
Word 'em up y'all C'mon x2 Conflicts with night sticks Illegal sales districts, Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks, Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks. The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich SUCKS DICK Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger Okay, okay. Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton. Who soon retire, the roof is on fire Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya, On a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah You can't search me without probable cause Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin. Now you ask me for my license/registration "WHAT THE FUCK" is my name "WHAT THE FUCK" is my occupation Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly. The subconscious psychology that you use against me, If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed. And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was, And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was. And my word does nothing against the feds, So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP. *Repeat (x2) The chase is on I feel like the bad guy Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive Looked in my rear view mirror Police was getting closer Heard a roar in the sky, Looked up and saw the Blue Thunder. My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender, BUT TO WHO??? The star spangled banner ooh. Say can't you see cops more crooked than we By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis. Easy low key crooked military Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me. The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the concrete jungle Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo Handled by Hannibal Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble. Hey yo should I slow down? Nah kid go faster, Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors. Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars. *Repeat (x3) (Skit) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned. Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn. Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm. Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade. That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families. What's going on? Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. *Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon, Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's. See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees. Hey Hey Hey Try to take the crew and we don't play play Say say say Like Paul McCartney, not hardly, ODD-ly enough I can see right through your bluff Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died. I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes, Don't remove my Polos on the first episode. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La. *Repeat I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories, Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees, Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me. From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like, Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan. What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[OMEGA]
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth of agility Who will it be to test me and expose their futility. Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard, I think I smell your brain cells fryin'. The family's behind you if you're worthy Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot. Niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals Government funds are minimal Oppression's subliminal [CLEF] These days its hard for we to find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line. Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate then break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend We stay silent till the end. Now who would think that your best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend. Stare into the air inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that ain't even here. Like Alex Haley take notes on this Biography My family tree consists of street refugees. A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang For the heads, we ain't sellin' cocaine today So refrain and let my family reign okay [OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [CLEF] But if I fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family sticks together and we never betray [CLEF] Nah fuck that Fifty-two pick up, no cops around Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't want no savings bonds Have the money ready, I smell something fishy Your wife's in my custody One false move and you'll find her body in the sea. That's the voice of the kid, that's the kidnapper I do my work and then I catch my ticket to Jamaica. Meet me in the alley, make sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies I'm far from a jive turkey [LAURYN] My circle it can't be broken Open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin, tokens chokin' on they words like smoke and. Cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten See joker's is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain. Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain You claim fame, while modest niggas remain. I can judge a character like Ito judge a verdict And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it. See poppin' s***'s about your attitude and how you word it I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered And they deserverd it Or so the beast said when they served it ??? That s*** is nervous So what's my purpose? Family, we must preserve it. Your number's retired I hope you like the hell fires You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliars. [OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. [FORTE] We used to jump rope, But now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of project roof tops Sending signals with the blunt smoke. Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, Imagine full glock clips. I hold a glass of Remy Martin Gettin' milks by the carton Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important The night pays and heavenly ways Ain't nothin' free ah Knowledge of your family and steppin' to your B.I. You see I, stay on top of s*** like a fly My niggas reach when they got beef Then jet down to South Beach Yo mouthpiece is yappin' I hear it in your rap and My family is thick so that bulls*** could never happen. [CLEF]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style and so I came to see him listen for a while and there he was this young boy a stranger to my eyes strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever in there is yital crowd I felt he found my letters read each one out loud afraid that he would finish but he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killng me softly with his song he sand as if he knew me in all my dark despair and then he looked right through me if I wasn't there and he just kept on singing singing clear and strong strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killng me softly with his song strumming my pain yeah my life killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song strumming my pain yeah my life killing me softly with his song killing me softly
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[CLEF]
Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo, But at times I come in triple. Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead. Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead. Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map. Hooo, you've got to go for backup To do what you gotta do. So you'll be back with France CU Traitor in your crew is mafo heat Put the poison in your tea and kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what. Competition, stimulation for the rap man Losers check your tooters While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters. Don't play macho, while you got the gun Cause if you got to reload . . . [CLEF] Wyclef the multi-talented Average heads can't handle it I'll bring it to you live Only if you want it. Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's [C'mon check out my melody] The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef Through any contest I'm victorious Still keep it real, if you will and manifest Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel. [PRAZ] I'm a bring down the ruckus Play the nutcracker Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper, Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners Motion, commotion, what's your proposal Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal Like utensil, false idental, I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil [LAURYN] I'm the L, Won't you pull it Straight to the head With the speed of a bullet Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria, Aurora, To another galaxy Phallic-sy Be this microphone, but get lifted Lyrically I'm gifted Burn on in without the roach clip (it) Henders, mind-bender Pleasure sender, So frequently your nerve endings belong to me Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke Wack niggas choke From the fumes that I emote, Or emit shit See even I feel the mahogany L Natural hallucinogen Turning boys to men again With estrogen dreams Release blues, yellows and greens From Brownsville to Queens [DIAMOND-D] I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff [We know where to run] And start flakin' like dandruff. C'mon son my steelo's tight Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic On the right, analytical conceptions With precision and leave lyrical incisions. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[CHORUS]
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two, M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day, Feds be hawkin me Jokers be stalking me, I walk the streets and camouflage my identity, My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask. My crew in the Jersey wear the mask. Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask. Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last. [CLEF] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders. Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager. Soupin me up sayin "Your a nice worker," "How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register" "Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy, Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries, Getting high on company time." Hell no sirree, wrong M.C. Why should I be a spy, when you spying me, And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen. Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King, Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face. Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired, Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds, I got kidnapped they took me to D.C., Have me working underground building missiles for World War III. [CHORUS] M to the A to the S to the K, Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day. Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming. I walk the streets and camouflage my identity. My posse Uptown wear the mask. My crew in the Queens wear the mask. Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask. Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last. [LAURYN] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips, Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist, Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline, Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind, I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face, I had to put him in his place, This kids invading my space, But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style, So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child, Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams. I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams. I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave, He ran up quick behind me asking, "Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?" Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School. I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool, He's busted, "so who you checking for now?" Probably some intellectual. I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual. Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face, Yo I told her check your man cause Bitch you acting out of place. [CHORUS] M to the A to the S to the K, Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day. Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming. I walk the streets and camouflage my identity. My posse Uptown wear the mask. My crew in the Queens wear the mask. Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask. Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last. [PRAZ] 3 A.M. in the morning on the Boulevard, I'm still at large engaged with my entourage, Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge. I stepped out the note to post up my guard Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard. My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage. As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back, I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask. He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger, Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder." See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks. My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot, Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls, That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls. [CHORUS] M to the A to the S to the K, Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day. Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming. I walk the streets and camouflage my identity. My posse Uptown wear the mask. My crew in the Queens wear the mask. Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask. Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had, good friends we've lost along the way In this great future you can't forget your past, so dry your tears I say and to my peeps who passed away No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say Hey little sister don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey And little Georgie would make the firelight As stolen cars passed through the night And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew My drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright O everything's gonna be alright The gun man's in the house tonight But everything's gonna be alright Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah No woman no cry, no woman no cry Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost Along the way hey, in this great future You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say And no woman no cry, no woman no cry say say say Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
I woke up this morning I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high, Jah Rhastafari, Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples Give me a clue who could do this to you? The kid on the block who makes less money than you. Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver All he got to do is deliver the savior Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest Father if possible, pass this cup before me, But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane. You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned And time it turned, He tried to burn me like a perm Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn From um, some, dumb woman, was I, And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die. My heart must have died a thousand deaths Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less when my peoples would protest, I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex More than just the sex I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST Gun-clap Shell cap, Got them crawling on they back Come through with the Fu They be who the F**k is that It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil Lethal injection, witness protection Refugee camp's under investigation Gunshot bursts in all directions For the wack MC's we read your revelations Discharge through your pores Get raw and kill Boors I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour Some manifest, with slugs in they chest God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and *Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2 *Repeat |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and *Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
Mista mista
Can I get five dollars So I can get something to eat HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA You can't get no money from me Cause everytime I give you a dollar You go get shot up with more and more needles And you tell me that you're drug free Drug Free Mista mista I haven't ate anything for a week Can I get a quarter? HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA What can a quarter get you? Nothing motherfucka You are just fucked up Off them fucked up drugs You know you need to leave alone But you keep telling me that you're drug free MOTHERFUCKA You ain't drug free, you're a fiend And everytime I try to help you You pretend as if it's okay Then later on in the week You go back to shootin' needles, to sniffin' Oh mf, but you told me you were DRUG FREE DRUG FREE You ain't drug free motherfucka So you damn well, can't get no motherfuckin money from me |
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997)
The sweetest thing I've ever known Was like the kiss on a collar bone The soft caress of happiness The way you walk, your style of dress I wish I didn't get so weak Ooo baby, just to hear you speak Makes me argue just to see How much your in love with me See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I've known It was the sweet, sweetest thing I've known I get mad when you walk away So I tell you leave when I mean stay Warm as the sun dipped in black Fingertips on small of my back More valuable than all I own Like your precious, precious, precious, precious baby dark skin tone It was the sweet, the sweetest thing I've known Was the I..... I try to explain (I can't explain it, I can't explain it) I..... but baby it's in vain Sneaking on my mother's phone The touch that makes me think I'm grown Sweet prince of the ghetto Your kisses taste like Armaretto Intoxicating (intoxicating), oohh, so intoxicating (intoxicating) How sad, how sad that all things come to an end But then again I, I'm not alone It was the sweet, sweetest thing I've known It was the sweet, sweetest thing I've known I..... sometimes watch you in your sleep I..... excuse me if I get too deep It was the sweet, sweetest thing I've known |
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997)
Can we go, can we go, can we go I've been here a long time Seeing the same kinda things go on Over and over What I got on my mind won't really take too long So tell me if you're open For taking a ride for an hour or two Make it fast or make it slow Baby, that's all that I'm asking of you Break my heart if you say no I wonder can we go for a ride With ya baby I wanna ride with ya, baby Go for a ride with you I wonder can we go for a ride With ya baby Go for a ride with you I'll meet you in the morning So we can make it last all day Sunrise 'til sundown You just say you're coming I'll bring music for along the way Cruising to the sweet sounds Baby, if you don't feel like talking Baby, that's all right I'll just sit beside you And watch the world go by I need to go, I want to go I need to go, with ya baby Far away, so far away Seeing that I don't have it easy I don't live no simple life Telling you it's not hard to please me You know how to make it right And as crazy as it seems Come on and help me change my mood Baby I know you got the means So what do ya have to lose |
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997)
I wanna go outside, go outside, go outside, in the rain. One (Tiny)& 58; I wanna go outside, in the rain, Oh, I said I wanna, I wanna go outside, in the rain. Cause I, I think I'm gonna cry, Cause I, I don't want you to see me cry, No, no, no, no. I wanna go outside, oh I wanna go, in the rain, It may sound crazy, but I wanna, I wanna go outside, yes I do, in the rain. Hear me out, Hey, hey, hey. Two (Kandi)& 58; Once the rain starts falling on my face, Then you won't to see, a single trace. Right now I think I'm cryin', Because of you I'm dying. Don't want you to see me cry, Let me go, let me go, let me go. I just wanna go outside, in the rain, Oh, baby, oh I just wanna, Oh, don't want you to see me this way, In the rain, Oh, that's why, I've gotta go. Three (Tiny)& 58; Once the sun comes out, And the rain is gone away, I know I'm gonna see a better day. Right now, I think I'm dyin', Because of you, I'm cryin', Don't want you to see me cry, Let me go, let me go, let me go. Hey hey hey hey. In the rain, I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go, (May sound crazy, may sound crazy). I wanna go outside, go outside, go outside, in the rain, (Oh I just wanna go), I've gotta go outside, yeah, I've just gotta hide the tears, In the rain. I don't want you to know, (May sound crazy, may sound crazy) Oh, yeah. I wanna go outside, go outside, go outside, in the rain, Can't let you see me like this, No baby, I don't want you to know, I don't want you to know, that I'm cryin, Crying, over you. In the rain, I don't want you to know, (May sound crazy, my sound crazy) Can't let you see me, I can't let you see me cryin', I wanna go outside, go outside, go outside, in the rain. No no, no no, oh, yeah, I gotta go, yeah, I've gotta go, I, I, I, I've gotta go, outside, In the rain. Baby, you wouldn't understand if I told you |
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997)
I thought I was protecting myselfSee I held everything that I feltIf I knew you were digging meLike I was, feeling you babyI woulda laid it on the lineEvery thought I held insideStill I was a fool, to wait this longTo let you know that*I can't get enough of youI can't get enough of youCan't get enough, don't wanna, stop loving youI was anticipating, changes in, your personalityWhen things weren't, what they seemedMy pride got the best of meShe was my way of getting byAnd I keep asking myself whyAnd will I lose you over a meaningless nightWhen you're the only woman I want* Repeat (x2)Can't get enoughCan't get enoughCan't get enough, don't wanna stop loving you* Repeat (x3)
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Love Jones (러브 존스) by Wyclef Jean [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Small Soldiers (스몰솔져) by Jerry Goldsmith [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from Wyclef Jean - The Ecleftic : 2 Sides Ii A Book (2000)
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 |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
(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] |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
(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 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 *(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 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 * Repeat 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... * Repeat |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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 |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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!) 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 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! *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!) 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! *Repeat Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the middle east 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! |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
Yo this is Jimmy Henchman and you wouldn't wanna be in what I be in Now if you want management, 1-800-Henchman, boy Straight up on 93.1 Masquerade |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
Wyclef, Butch Cassidy, Sharissa
What up Unnnnnh! From the West Indies to the West Coast Callabo You say keep it gangsta *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) 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) *Repeat 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) *Repeat just third line 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) *Repeat Nobody, nobody, nobody (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) 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 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 |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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 *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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat If you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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 *Oh, what a night Late December, 1993 (what happened?) Who thought he would rule the industry? What an MC on the grind 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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat (x2) (Wyclef ad Libs) |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you Yes, I do You and We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there Lets go Chorus Whoa, whoa, whoa See dat pussycat [Repeat three times] Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak Feel me on this track Girl let me spell out pussycat Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t Thats 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 Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus Hold up wait a minute To all my hood kitties Dont you pull your claws Therell be none of that on the dance floor For the battle cats I got metaphors You dont wanna test You got sweaty paws Which part you dont understand Dont let it be another cat scan Talk a ice when my shine reacts I leave you blind wit a cataract Ay yo But did anybody see my bobcat Anybody Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken Oh, Lord She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment I said it wasnt 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 Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus x 3 Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything Put the blind fold on Girl let me feel your tongue ring Bling Now Ima quick cat B |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
For midnight lovers only
A slow jam exclusive Hot 93.1 |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
I'm just sittin' here playin' the guitar
City High, Claudette and 'Clef Ehh, excuse me If you see me screamin' Deep in my mind I'm only dreamin' Cuz if I wake girl And your not by my side I feel like half of me Is no longer alive So please shorty, Before you walk out that door, booby Would you listen to my song? If only, I give you one last chance (one last chance) Wit the devil you can no longer advance You've got to be faithful So we could be fruitful Build a family And follow God's destiny So just before I run to the block, papi I might listen to your song BOO, before you walk out that door listen *They say two wrongs don't make a right Don't make it right So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight Yeah, yea Lay up in tha bed and make love all night So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay But promise me that you'll do the same Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you Touch me, like you never touched me Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you Now baby, understand (I understand) That I forgive you But I ain't gone forget That you brought me a reason Baby, baby, baby, baby But I have grown From a thug into a man Built my castle with bricks, And no longer with sand Oh girl Then just before I run to the block baby, I might listen to your song BOO, before you walk out that door listen They say two wrongs don't make a right Don't make it right So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight I don't wanna fight I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight Yeah, yea Lay up in tha bed and make love all night So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay But promise me that you'll do the same Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you Touch me, like you never touched me Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you I'm so used to rain That I can't see the sunshine no more I'm so used to the pain that the The sickness heals like a cure But only if you gave me the keys to your soul And let me in, I'm gonna love you over Over And over Over Again Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, Ohh They say two wrongs don't make a right Don't make it right! So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight I don't wanna fight, no, whoa, oh I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight Yeah, yea, make love to me! Lay up in tha bed and make love all night So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay But promise me that you'll do the same Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you Touch me, like you never touched me Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you Show me, yeaa I aint gon stay on tha block no more girl I'ma come home early girl, I promise |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
Who goes there Hello, yes, am I on the air Fo sho, live and clear, baby Hi, this is Kwaliah, I would like to request a song Make it quick or get the click, mama I wanna hear I'm a th, what's that shh That Thug Like Me, Kwa Alright Instant Request, Masquerade Hot 93.1, baby |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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 *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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat 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) |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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 |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
I remember playin my guitar in the projects
Playin in the PJ's A product of the environment Pour some liquor for those who passed away I told my mom I'ma get up out of da 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 knockin on the heaven's door To Biggie Smalls and Tupac Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door Hip-Hop To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy, Lost boy Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door Yeah And to the Princess Aaliyah We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door To my brother Big Pun Terror Squad We're knock, knock, knockin 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 knockin on the heaven's door So sing along street children We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door And to my daddy that passed away Rest in peace Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door To the God, Fred Jordan, we're And put the Fugees on Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door To my people doin time We're Locked up Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace 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, knockin on the heaven's door To my people in the Twin Tower We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door And to my soldiers in the Pentagon We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door New York New York New York New York New York Mama To my people in the streets I'm talkin 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 knockin on heaven's door |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
If you could see them The bullet riddle brothers you thought were brave The thugs, the gangstas If you could hear them right now as they knock on heaven's door They would tell you straight up Stop the sh-t The shootin, the bangin Too many tears Too many wakes Too many twenty-five to lifes And wake up They're up there right now talkin to you in tongues of fire For the love of life Stop it Yo, if you don't stop, I'm gonna get you before you get yourself This has been Philipe Luciano broadcasting live on Hot 93.1 Masquerade Holla |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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 (7x) 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 |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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―gs see a coffin Most of our ?Cish 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 ?Cish 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 |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
Men Wyclef
Gad?Elizabetch fach?Elizabeth pas fach?non Li di s?pa ou k?li vl?S?n? t? gren lap tan Li di s?bab boy yo lap tan Li renmen dreadlocks yo Pou li kapab dans?Li renmen jan nou mix? Chorus: Kompa direc direc direc Nou mix?l avec on ti reggae reggae reggae Apr?sa nou m??hip-hop sou li L??men nou si nou repr?ent?pou Haiti Encor, encor, kompa direc direc direc Nou mix?l avec on ti jagon n-ga-gap, n-gu?gue, n-gou-gou n-ga-gap, n-gu?gue, n-gou-goooooou 釪釪釪釪yyyyy Men yo, men yo Men MVP yo Most Valuable Player S?pa basketball nap jou?S?kompa nap mat?Men non, Men non Men MVP a Most Valuable Player S?pa football nap jou?S?kompa nap mat? Gad?jan tout moun conten Kan kou l?ou jwen ch? ou vendredi Papa'm t?kon travaille nan yon factory Pendan mon onc Reynold tap jou?New York, New York, New York, New York, New York City, City Chorus Blow, blow, blow Nou pa p?Vin ak zam Nou pa p?S?dans?Nou vin dans?Belle fi Nou vin caress?Si-vou-pl?Avanc?S?f??Nou vin f??Ou pa pal?kreyol Ou pal?angl? 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 G?ald vini ak MVP kompa Digital pa a la mod encor On y va Nou pa p? nou pa p?Nou pa p? nou pap janm p?Nou pa p? nou pa p?Nou pa p? nou pap janm p?N? Brooklyn, yo pa p?N? Miami, yo pa p?N? Cit?Soleil, yo pa p?D?espet?nou nap m?? en ba t?Nou pa p? Jacmel pa p?J??ie nou konnin nou pa p?P?ionville, Croix-des-Bouquets pas p?Canada nou konnin nou pa p?Kot?Brooklyn, Brooklyn pap janm p?New Jersey, New Jersey pap janm p?L'Artibonite nou konnin nou pa p?Gona?es nou konnin nou pa p?Aux Cayes, Au Cap pap janm p?Kot moun Jacmel yo, yo pa p?Saint-Marc, nou pa p?Port-au Priiiiiince!!!!!! An-mw? m'cw?Ti-Jo mouri Sa lap f?la ?minui li y?la oui m?zanmi Zombi, barr?yo Barr?Ti-Jo, m?zanmi, barr?l Zombi, barr?yo L??men nou, L??men nou, L??men nou, L??men nou Zombi, barr?yo Barr?Ti-Jo pou mwen, m?zanmi Zombi, barr?yo Woy, s?Wyclef m?zanmi Woy, depui m'piti mon onc Reynol t?montr?m mizik sa tand?Coup?Clou?Ti-Mano Raymond Jean-Baptiste Papa'm pat vl?m'tand?bagay sa non Gen moun ki di m'f?on plak kompa M'f?on lot men li, men li, men li Bon, bagay digital la pa a la mod tand?Style kompa no jou a yo r??l MVP Most Valuable Player Si s?pa kompa MVP nap jou?Nou pa vl?tand?l tand?Nap ba nou on roche tand?messieurs Ok tout moun ki daco ak kompa MVP an Bay radio'ou volum Si ou pa gen radio, al vol?youn Bal volum... |
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from Wyclef Jean - Masquerade (2002)
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 (x until fade) |
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998) | |||||
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
Lawyer: your honor, I would like to call my first witness
To the stand. all the way from east l.a., your honor, Pablo diablo. Pablo: hey! guantana mira. hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man. Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the Bungalows of spain, all night in the park. Eh, you would hear your music. it would be on the eighth Floor, but the pongos they reach up there, man! We used to keep the whole neighborhood up. (singing) guantanamara! Lawyer: thank you, pablo, for nothing. jesus christ, What a moron. no further questions, your honor. |
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
(Talent)
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is confirming my earlier allegations that he's a player, and not only do I have the tape, but I'd like to call to the stand my next witness, who ran a whorehouse with Wyclef. Ladies and gentlemen, I call to the stand Down Lo Ho. (Will) Hmmhmmhm, I said hmmhmmhmm (2X) (Talent) Now Mr. Lo Ho, let's cut the bullshit. Are you and Wyclef partners? (Will) Hmm. Fine. (Talent) No. I mean, is he financially backing this whorehouse? (Will) Hmm. Okay then. (Talent) Jesus Christ. Mr. Ho, does he practice this lifestyle? (Will) Right. I practice many styles. (Talent) Uh, your honor, you know, this is dragging out. (Will) Dragon? I'll show you dragon! You think I come into courtroom and don't know what's going on? Try my snake technique! (Talent) Uhh! Well, I studied a little snake myself. |
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
Wyclef:
Hello, boys and girls. Welcome, to Wyclef Words of Wisdom. Have you ever been sitting in your house at two o'clock in the morning and you get a mysterious phone call from a girl that you don't know? (A female begins talking sexy) Now, hold on, think with your mind and not with your pistol. Cause if you invite her over this is what might happen: Rape! Rape! Rape! Rape! Rape! Rape! (What the... Yo, yo, yo...shit!) Rape! Rape! Rape! Rape! Rape! Rape! Cop: Freeze! Put your hands in the air! Wyclef: Officer, you don't understand. She called me. I was sleeping. I was minding my business. Cop: I don't give a flying fuck about two bits about a piss. You're fuckin' guilty. (Yes, yes) Wyclef: Nobody's protected. |
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
In closing, ladies and gentlemen of the jury
I'm not gonna sit here and bore you with a long, drawn out story or excuse, of why I think Wyclef is guilty I'm gonna stand by the exhibits as well as the tapes And songs such as Jeapordy, Til Novemeber, All the Girls, and Bubblegoose, which stand side by side with my allegations I rest my case OK, uhh, ladiessss, and gentle-men, of the juwy As you can see nuttin has been proven here today DEEZ witnesses dey brought ere don't not have evidence to incriminate my client eh? If he's not guilty he's innocent If he's not detrimental to the society therefore he positive! As I say before, dis case is pure bishop Your honor see, this, this is exactly what I'm talkin about I mean I've been meaning to ask this the whole time Who the hell is Bishop? Eh? And and why the hell hasn't he been brought on the stand? Bishop, bishop, not true, false, bishop Ohh, bullshit! Oui |
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
*Tropical music playing in background*
Yo yo I wanna give a shoutout to the world this is Wyclef Cold chillin out here with my pina colada yeah baby I'm in the islands, cold relaxin Right about now The Carnival's gon change phases If you got your ticket, man, you're allowed to come with me Yo, for right now I'm gon chill at the beach Check out the pretty girls layin back, you know how we do playa yo I'm out here in the sun baby it's all good! |