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I tell yas
this is my last album Carnival Gone Till November [Guitar...] A Lot Of Things Changed Man The Whole World's In Panic Mode [little Girl Crying] Come On Chill Out Angie Let Daddy finish Writin' [Guitar...] [Pencil Writing] |
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| 2. |
| 3:03 |
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[Intro]
Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today Preacher's son, yeah [Verse 1] Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still were rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college And Big L never got found in the alley Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50 Benzino shook hands with Eminem And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!) [Chorus] Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y'all can't blame it on hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won't live to see tomorrow [Verse 2] Imagine if Big Pun was still alive I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's Child And TLC never lost they Left Eye Imagine Refugees never needin a passport And John Forte never at Newark Airport Million Man March, man, that was a start Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park When the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!) [Chorus] Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y'all can't blame it on hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won't live to see tomorrow [Verse 3] In the club never though Shyne shot the gun But in the limosine JLO had to run Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana Back and forth and forth and back Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox Murder INC, G- Unit it's a fight to the top Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die [Chorus] Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y'all can't blame it on hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won't live to see tomorrow [Outro] Yeah, peace be with y'all |
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| 3. |
| 4:03 |
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Wyclef:Its Ova Missy With The Preachers Son
Its Ova I Tol Ya'll...J Clef Lets Go... Missy: Hey Yo Clef These Mother Fuckers Ain't Ready For This Shit Missy Rappin:Me N Clef On This Track Wha U Wan Heard U Wanna Battle Us Both I Hope U Don Hand Me My Mic Two Woofers In The Trunk Sounds Like Gunk Gu Gunk Gu Gunk Gu Gunk Gu Gu Gu Gunk I Drink Tha Don Perrion I Drink Tha Shot Of Petron To Turn Me On I Got Tha Red Eye Bomb Get U Stoned I Got Them Gun Shots Head Knocks Till My Bed Stop Wyclef: Hey Im From A Place Called New Jersey They Call It The New Jersey Land Im Only Here For One Night Girl Im On The Plane Tomorrow But I Love The Way U Move Girl N Do Tha Belly Dancin So Lets Play You're My Teacher N Wont U Give Me My First Lesson Missy: Ill Teach U Wha U Want The Things U Need To Know Come In N Shut The Door Lets Get This Party Goin' Baby Lemme Show U How U Can Satisfy A Girls Needs Both:In The Mornin In The Evenin In The Night Time Gotta Have It Its A Feelin I Cant Fight It U Got Me Speakin Another Language oo kamini ishkabella, oo kamini ishkabella Its Official raise Ur Glasses Cuz This Party Gon Go To Damascus Wyclef: She Sed Her Dads In The Army N Hes The Number One Sniper N If He Ever Found Out He'd Have Me Sleepin WIth The Fishes In The Water Now Imma Say Suttin Crazy Girl I Love You I Know We Meetin For The First Time In The Club This Feels Like A Dejavu Missy: Ill Teach U Wha U Want The Things U Need To Know Come In N Shut The Door Lets Get This Party Goin' Baby Lemme Show U How U Can Satisfy A Girls Needs Both:In The Mornin In The Evenin In The Night Time Gotta Have It Its A Feelin I Cant Fight It U Got Me Speakin Another Language oo kamini ishkabella, oo kamini ishkabella Its Official raise Ur Glasses Cuz This Party Gon Go To Damascus Wyclef: Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Gotta Have it Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Gotta Have it Missy: W Y To The Clef Boy I Keep It Realer Then The Titties On My Chest Milk Does A Body Good Come On Take A Sip Like -Slurpin Noise-It Taste Good Don It Youz A Fine Dreadlock Come On Get It How Many Times Missy Crushed The Very Best How Many Bombs On My Somba Funk Flex As Many Times Till The Ralley Sez Yep Yep Did U Get It I Stay On Ur Man Like A Fitted Did It Make U Walk For Cheek Steaks To The City Rough Chick Dirty Jeans Ain Nothing Pretty Me N Clef Steppin To The Mic To Get Busy Both:In The Mornin In The Evenin In The Night Time Gotta Have It Its A Feelin I Cant Fight It U Got Me Speakin Another Language oo kamini ishkabella, oo kamini ishkabella Its Official Wheres Ur Glasses Cuz This Party Gon Go To Damascus |
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| 4. |
| 4:19 |
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[Wyclef]
Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son Patti LaBelle is in the building [Wyclef] Let's celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque how we used to do On the avenue, have a family reunion Man, how I miss those days When the kids was kids, no knives on the street When the ice cream man came around the way Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing Lord knows how I miss those days [Patti (Wyclef)] Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days) Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days) Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate) You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days) those days) [Wyclef (Patti)] I came in this game through the back door (get up) I know LaBelle, we were so much more (get up) We worked it, and earned it, God knows we deserved it (get up) Keep on striving, I know you'll make it [Wyclef (Patti)] Let's celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque how we used to do (yeah, get up) On the avenue, have a family reunion Man, how I miss those days When the kids was kids, no knives on the street When the ice cream man came around the way Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing Lord knows how I miss those days [Patti (Wyclef)] Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days), get up Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days) Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate) You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days) those days), get up [Wyclef (Patti)] I'm gon' box these niggaz Take home on a number one belt (get up) We gonna pop that thug, oh no, to celebrate the wealth (get up) See, I'm a take that hay and turn it into loot Cause who ever God blessed no man can test (get up) Who ever God blessed, no man can test What goes up must surely come down, yes So watch who you hurt on your way up Cause they'll be laughing at you on your way down Tell the judge we don't want incarceration Cause we came for the celebration, hey So let the women and the children eat first Cause it's been so long since a celebration, Cassidy [Cassidy (Patti)] This Cassidy, let's celebrate (oh) I'm selling weed and got hella cake And I still got the dog in my backyard It's hamburgers, hot dogs in the back row (get up) On the grill we cooking it all up My mom got skills, she hooking it all up Man, it feels like back in the days When cats wasn't clapping to K's And hood rats was acting they age (get up) Clef and the rest of the game with me And me and Miss LaBelle, we rep the same city (get up) Philly, home of the blunts and the cheese steaks And I cannot be stopped, like I need breaks (get up) [Wyclef (Patti)] Let's celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque how we used to do (yeah) On the avenue, have a family reunion Man, how I miss those days When the kids was kids, no knives on the street When the ice cream man came around the way Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing Lord knows how I miss those days [Patti (Wyclef)] Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days) Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days) Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate) You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days) those days), get up [Wyclef (Patti)] (get up) You would celebrate, everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days |
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| 4:01 |
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Right now if you raising some children that don't belong to you But you know you're taking care of them Please report on the dancefloor, let's go now Do the stepfather dance (to the right) Do the stepfather dance (to the left) Do the stepfather dance Baby mama don't hurt nobody, come on [Wyclef] I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh) When ? breaks in the pad Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now I may not be your father But I'm the closest thing to him [Wyclef] Girl I love you And ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for you You my boo and we be sticking just like glue But your kid's got me losing my mind Wanna know if I want you And if I do then you just gotta come to Now the family be fighting through hard times But I'm gon' treat them like they're mine [Wyclef] I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh) When ? breaks in the pad Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now I may not be your father But I'm the closest thing to him [Wyclef] Fresh pair of Jordan's you had it When you want a Playstation you had it (Vendetta) First day of school you had it Even when I didn't have it Once upon a time, not long ago Before the dreads, when I had the afro When in school I used to pass the love notes If you like me check yes if not check no Flip the page now everything changed The kid don't even have my last n |
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| 6. |
| 4:04 |
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(feat. Carlos Santana)
You knew we had to come back like this, right man It's too hot in New York man, yeah It's too hot in New York man, give me Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade When I was young they called me Robin Hood Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor Went back home, mama whooped on my ass Said I'll be damned if I let you live like that Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin' Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin' Later that day we was out on the porch And fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spiderman I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium I bring the vibe like the days of the Tribe Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries So who better to know about a nine-to-five Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes Now my daddy, he can rest in peace From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha ? dinero Means I work hard and have a warm day Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey ? ? I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I fall Santana, let me get some help Santana, let me get some help Eh, this one goes out to those who work, follow and ? Keep your head up, cos if I made it, you can make it too one day Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man, ah It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, hey It's too hot in New York man, whoa It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, hey Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son It's the world tour, too hot Y'all know better, let's go now Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, haha, haha |
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| 3:52 |
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It's a class reunion, you come home from the ATM (oh yeah) [Wyclef (Monica)] Monica you ready, oh yeah Man she look so good Rolling through the hood God bless the dead (bless the dead) Jerry Wonder knock on wood She was a ghetto queen, yeah Turned into a fiend, yeah Night I heard her scream ? to a nightmare dream, oh yeah (oh) [Wyclef] She was mine, she was pop She was hip, she was hot She was too fly, butterfly It was her time, her time It was her time, her time So much dope on the streets That I'm praying for peace But the poor gotta eat Talking bout my time Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah [Wyclef (Monica)] Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through That open door, I'll be there for you If you ever feeling blue (oh), it's a beautiful world [Monica] Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend And I'm a love you till the end [Monica] Said he looks so real When he was running on the football field I love the cheerleader scream his name Even in ? he had game But didn't show up at the class reunion And when I asked one of my girls what happened That's when they told me he got life in prison Caught up in the system Trying to be a kingpin The story never ever ends [Monica (Wyclef)] He was mine, he was fine He was hip, he was hot He was too fly, butterfly It was his time, it was his time (oh why, oh why, oh why) So much dope on the streets And I'm praying for peace But the poor gotta eat Talking |
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| 8. |
| 4:08 |
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I wanna thank y'all for coming to see the preacher's son tonight (thank you)
Fellas, hold on to your girl right now Yeah right now we're gonna slow the whole dancefloor down Oh yeah, take it back to the old school, let's go Baby, let me holla at you You know there's no greater love Than a woman who loves a man And a man who loves a woman, ah yeah I wanna love ya And I ain't talking trash neither, ey This is something that I can feel deep in my soul, oh, oh We gonna listen to some Marvin We gonna listen to some Isley We gonna listen to some Teddy Pendergrass (Pendergrass) Ooh, once I got you in the mood I wanna introduce myself to you We gonna listen to Smokey We gonna listen to Stevie We gonna listen to Donny Hathaway Ooh, would you please lay your body next to mine, ah yeah Doggy, and I ain't talking bout my pitbull neither I'm talking about the first lady That was there in the beginning when your daughter wasn't with it, oh yeah I wanna love ya And I ain't talking trash neither, ey This is something that I can feel deep in my soul, oh, oh We gonna listen to some Marvin (Marvin) We gonna listen to some Isley (Isley) We gonna listen to some Teddy Pendergrass (Pendergrass) Ooh, once I got you in the mood I wanna introduce myself to you We gonna listen to Smokey We gonna listen to Stevie We gonna listen to Donny Hathaway Ooh, would you please lay your body next to mine, ah yeah Yeah, I'm a young man with an old school, girl But then you told me a good woman Is worth more than diamonds and precious pearls Yeah, yeah, yeah So lay back, and let me massage you, everywhere now I can feel them move with your body Harde |
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| 9. |
| 4:09 |
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(feat. Wayne Wonder & Elephant Man)
(Intro & Chorus: Wyclef Jean) I am your doctor (Yeah yeah yeah) here's the prescription (Girl!!!) Two teaspoons of my friendship, a full cup of my love (Yo Wayne Wonder, you ready to talk to the girls, let's go) (Verse 1: Wayne Wonder) + (Wyclef Jean) I will be knockin by the time me come a four Here comes the doctor baby worry no more I will bring the remedy baby I will bring the cure Give you what you want and absolutely I am sure Take my hand I'll be your man Let me take you to the sunshine island I will be your therapy, let it be You know you need my healing (Wait a minute!!!) (Chorus: Wyclef Jean) I am your doctor (Yeah yeah yeah) here's the prescription (Yeah yeah yeah) Two teaspoons of my friendship, a full cup of my love (Gimme some love, gimme some love) And if your back is hurtin, turn around girl See, I'm your chiropractor (Wayne Wonder: La da dow da dow!!!) Please!!! Lay on this sofa (Wayne Wonder: Oh na na na now!!!) And let me message your back (Wayne Wonder: Your back) So I can feel what's wrong (Girl what's wrong, girl what's wrong, girl what's wrong) (Yo Wayne, talk to the girls man) (Verse 2: Wayne Wonder) + (Wyclef Jean) If you got a problem and you wanna get it fixed Send for the doctor with the medicine for your chest Fill your prescription with the right mix My kiss and I will say what kind of miracle is this Take my hand I'll be your man Let me take you to the sunshine island I will be your therapy, let it be You know you need my healing (Let me talk to them now) (Verse 3: Wyclef Jean) When you make it to the emergency room (Yeah) Tell the nurse I said that she don't need no, coverage no, no no no (Wayne Wonder: Oh na na na now) Cause I been waitin to operate on you all night So lay back, relax, feel my hands right through your hair (Chorus: Wyclef Jean) I am your doctor (Oh yeah yeah) here's the prescription Two teaspoons of my friendship, a full cup of my love (Wait a minute Elephant Man, talk to di gal dem) (Verse 4: Elephant Man) + (Wyclef Jean) Dem call mi Dr. Love, ready fi di surgery gimme di gloves Mouth to mouth respiration a weh she love You mi thermometer test har and she hundred above Give har di lovin and she melt like a fudge Mi have di PHD, mi qualify mi have mi degree Fi give she di remedy from a di therapy Nuh waan see nuh night nurse so she come a mi Jook har wid di penicillin she seh gee, she seh she free (So free yeah) (Chorus: Wyclef Jean) I am your doctor (Girl I need you here) here's the prescription (Yeah yeah yeah) Two teaspoons of my friendship (Oooh) a full cup of my love (Wayne Wonder: Of your love) And if your back is hurtin, turn around girl See, I'm your chiropractor (Wayne Wonder: La da dow da dow!!!) Please!!! Lay on this sofa (Wayne Wonder: Oh na na na now!!!) And let me message your back (Wayne Wonder: Your back) So I can feel what's wrong (Girl what's wrong, girl what's wrong, girl what's wrong) (Outro: Wyclef Jean) Hey!!! Tell me if your ready for the doctor love (Yeah) Your ready for the doctor love (Yeah) You wanna feel the doctor love (Yeah) Wa da da ding, wa da da da day You wanna feel the doctor love (Yeah) Wine your waist to the doctor love.... |
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| 10. |
| 4:11 |
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Every woman have a snapping point
You don't want her to snap no Someone stop Linda She just left the crib with a beretta She's on her way to pop her fiance It's the word on the street He was sleeping with Renee Lord knows, please someone stop Linda He don't even know she's coming Like the FBI, she gon' knock down the door with no warrant Lord knows, what happened to the good time lovin', lovin' My father used to tell me, son, listen There's a thin line between love and hate Once you cross that line, see there's no escape She love me, she love you not You don't wanna open up Pandora Box no, no She will see that two men cheating When you said that two men working All I'm saying is just watch your back Cos tonight see I got a bad feeling Jack Linda's got a gat Someone stop Linda She just left the crib with a beretta She's on her way to pop her fiance It's the word on the street He was sleeping with Renee Lord knows, please someone stop Linda He don't even know she's coming Like the FBI, she gon' knock down the door with no warrant Lord knows, what happened to the good time lovin', lovin' Listen to me now Every barrel got a Linda Trust me you don't want that drama When you laughing she's crying Mascara running down her face, now she's plotting Like Method Man, she gon' bring the pain Like Cypress Hill you got a insane in the membrane All I'm saying is just watch your back Cos tonight see I got a bad feeling Jack Oh my God Someone stop Linda She just left the crib with a beretta She's on her way to pop her fiance It's the word on the street He was sleeping with Renee Lord knows, please someone stop Linda He don't even know she's coming Like the FBI, she gon' knock down the door with no warrant Lord knows, what happened to the good time lovin', lovin' Someone stop Linda (Samson fell for Delilah) Someone stop Linda (Ahab fell for Jezebel) Someone stop Linda (King David fell for ?) And coming in the mist Linda wants to head up the baptist Someone stop Linda He don't even know she's coming |
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| 11. |
| 4:18 |
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[Wyclef]
I wanna send this one out to my vanilla ice-cream chocolate pudding pie That stayed with me in the hood, do or die Refugee camp [Sharissa] Yeah, this one goes out to my almond joy My banana that never split The one that stuck with me [Wyclef] Before I had the bling bling I thought I'd hit up in Sing Sing Who would have ever thought that we'd be doing our thing I know I did a little cheating But once I got caught I send you a parcel of roses You sent them back and told me go to hell [Wyclef] But girl you know that, you take me as I am Even though my fam don't understand Why I put that rock up on your hand That's cos you take me as I am (take me as I am) [Sharissa (Wyclef)] You take me as I am (yeah, I'm a take you as you are) Even when my girls can't understand I choose you as my man But you take me as I am, my, my man [Wyclef (Sharrissa)] You're my girl (my man) You're my girl (my man) You're my lady (my man) You're my baby [Sharissa] When I was rocking jelly and had a little belly Who woulda ever thought, you'd think I was sexy I say it with an attitude, I admit I came off rude But still you love me, I know I get on your nerves sometimes [Sharissa] And I don't know why you take me as I am Even when my girls can't understand I choose you as my man (my man, yeah) Cause you take me as I am (take me as I am) [Sharrissa] You take me as I am, girl I'm a take you as you are Even though my fam don't understand (they can't understand no, no, no, no) Why I put that rock up on your hand (girl) That's cause you take me as I am [Wyclef (Sharrissa)] You're my girl (you're my man) You're my girl (you're my man) You're my lady (you're my baby) You're my baby (my honey) [Wyclef] You're the ocean that breathes that I feel when I'm blowing my trees alone [Sharissa] You're the sun that shines when the darkness strikes at night [Wyclef] You're the love of my life, you're my girl, you're my wife [Sharissa] You're mine, and I'm yours, you take me as I am Wait a minute [Sharissa (Wyclef)] Can't believe you take me as I am, am, am, no, oh Even when they don't understand why you love me I choose you as my man Cause you take me as I am (take me as I am) [Wyclef] You take me as I am, girl I'm a take you as you are Even though my fam don't understand My people on the block, they don't understand, no, no Why I put that rock up on your hand Cause I take you as you are, you're a star [Wyclef (Sharrissa)] You're my girl (my man) You're my girl (you're my man) You're my lady (you're my baby) You're my baby (my honey) |
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| 3:39 |
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This is as real as it gets y'all And it don't get no realer than this This is as real as it gets y'all, huh [Wyclef Jean] Maybe my mother, coulda been my father Perhaps it was my sister, probably my brother Maybe the church, coulda been the street Perhaps it was the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beats Maybe the money when I didn't have a dime Maybe a way out before committing crimes Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was Pras Probably the mirror looking dead in my eyes Coulda been reggae, or the love of hip-hop Maybe my fans at the show saying don't stop Probably the struggle of all refugees Maybe the sign how the diamonds bling-bling, ching-ching Ring ring, there's a call from my wifey, whoo Perhaps I gotta make it home but music keep calling me And maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being [Wyclef Jean] A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life A preacher's son, first one on the run I'm grateful that I haven't been shot Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful [Wyclef Jean] Coulda been a crack fiend with no place to go Lord, oh mighty God, have mercy on my soul Coulda been Pablo, king of Yayo Or a pimp with a limp screaming we don't love them hoes Oh no, God knows, perhaps I was chosen A source of inspiration for the next generation And maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being [Wyclef Jean] A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life A preacher's son, first one on |
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| 4:40 |
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[Wyclef]
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing don't worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Wyclef] Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it ain't all good Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Wyclef] In my father's kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man [Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who I don't question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try |
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| 14. |
| 3:57 |
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[Wyclef]
The preacher's son with the rebel music Rebel music, put the peace sign up now Rebel music, all my gangs put the peace sign up now Rebel music, everywhere put the peace sign up now Rebel music, hold on, listen [Wyclef] Tell the DJ turn the music up Gangsters in the club, everybody thugs Me I play the walk, sipping on the Guiness Cause in reality we are the same and it's Just society they wanna see me Flesh on the concrete, sold a perfect story The mystery is waking up in misery The music industry brainwash celebrities Girls sleep sexy, they wake up with a monster Have no idea that their face was a piranha Word from the wise I can see through the fog Reason why they rob cause they got no job [Wyclef] But I woke up in the morning, sexy, yawning Feel like it's gonna be a good day No war on the street, no way, today Everybody kick back like a holiday, aight You shine, I shine and The whole world looking like a gold mine You get yours and I'll get mine And we'll help each other make it through the bad times [Wyclef] When they see me they ask me Will there ever be another Fugees I say I don't know but hope the trio Don't do like ? ? then ? on Sadaam though But on CNN they saw the same Little kids getting shot at close range To Babylon, we don't want no war I'm a send a message in a bottle to the White House, Lord These are the words from the master So don't you wait till the day after Until then you can catch me in the sixes Just pumping Bob Marley rebel music now [Wyclef] But I woke up in the morning, sexy, yawning Feel like it's gonna be a good day No war on the street, no way, today Everybody kick back like a holiday, aight You shine, I shine and The whole world looking like a gold mine You get yours and I'll get mine And we'll help each other make it through the bad times [Wyclef] Children, imagine a world with no racism No, no homeless in Grand Central Station Boys and girls going to schools with no tools Life is so beautiful but until then it will be Rebel music, rebel music Rebel music, put the peace sign up now Rebel music, all my gangs put the peace sign up now [Prodigy] Uh, can these devils fool us son, not now ? done We're a generation of thugs, you can't play with us We've been lied to, enslaved and beaten up We're immune to what you call pain, it's nothing We're not scared of dying or afraid of guns Born in the USA, nah, can't blame us Our DNA's foreign to them We kings of the planet Earth, Gods if you will Yo, cash be my ?, it's about to get stupid These niggaz trying to stop our plans, peace to it I never meant to cause him pain and he knew it But he was trying to kill me and he blew it [Wyclef] But I woke up in the morning, sexy, yawning Feel like it's gonna be a good day No war on the street, no way, today Everybody kick back like a holiday, aight You shine, I shine and The whole world looking like a gold mine You get yours and I'll get mine And we'll help each other make it through the bad times |
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| 4:23 |
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I'm Buju Banton with the preacher's son
Who gave the orders For them to go, alright Who gave the orders Martin was shut down, ah, alright Who gave the orders To drop the bomb, we wanna know Who gave the orders No refugees across the borders, yeah Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef Who's gonna answer Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey Who's gonna answer Feeding lies to our daughters and sons But they will have to answer Then what you gonna do when the Rastaman comes Where you gonna run for cover Looking through the window of my ire eyes On this city filled with lies Observing the people working so hard Doing whatever it takes to get by Then I look at myself and realize That I was put here for a reason Lord knows I've done my best and I've tried We gon' keep trying Who gave the orders For them to go, Lord no Who gave the orders Martin was gunned down, oh Who gave the orders To drop the bomb, my God Who gave the orders No refugees across the borders, who Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef Who's gonna answer Where did all these guns come from, tell me Who's gonna answer Feeding lies to our daughters and sons They will have to answer Then what they gonna do when the Rastaman comes Where you gonna run for cover Well what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what are you gonna do Incarcerate a million and only free few What was done to others, it shall be done to you Open up your eyes and you will see the full view Work all day, and you can't get raise in pay Civilly bodies being taken away I wonder what the voice of the people have to say Stand up and defend your rights today Who gave the orders, who gave the orders For them to go Who gave the orders Martin was gunned down, Martin was gunned down, oh, Martin was gunned down Who gave the orders, who gave the orders To drop the bomb Who gave the orders, who gave the orders No refugees across the borders, no, no, no, no Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef Who's gonna answer Where did all these guns come from, Wyclef, ah Who's gonna answer Telling lies to our daughters and sons They will have to answer Then what they gonna do when the righteous man comes Where you gonna run for cover |
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| 3:53 |
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(feat. Buju Banton & T-Vice)
Imma take u to a place Where the trouble's im the base Where everybody's fine And ther's no color line The only thing we see Is the party by the sea So lets call the refugee Vole, Vole, Vole, Vole Pompe, Pompe, Pompe, Pompe Sote, Sote, Sote Mete main nou anle. Met main nou anle (2 x's) If u come from the Caribians Lets show them how we do it Throw your flagz in the air and wave it Ladies while you shake it break it (2 x's) |
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*featuring Missy Elliott
[Wyclef Jean (Missy Elliott)] Brrrr, Yeah,(ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah) it's over, uh huh (that's right) Missy With The Preachers Son, uh huh (ok) It's over (ok), I told ya (yeah) J-CLEF, let's go (ew, WOO) Brrrrr [Missy Elliott - talking] (uh oh) Yeah, hey yo Clef (oh) Uh oh, these motherfuckers ain't ready for this shit (hey) [Missy Elliott] Me and Clef on this track what you want Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk (huh) Sound like gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk (c'mon) I drink that Dom Perignon (oh) I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh) I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned (yeah) I got them gunshots, head knock 'til my bed stop [Wyclef Jean] Hey, I'm from a place called New Jersey, they call it the New Jersey land I'm only here for one night girl, I'm on the plane tomorrow But I love the way you move girl and do that belly dancin So let's play you're my teacher and won't you give me my first lesson (C'MON) [Break - Missy Elliott] I teach you what you want (oh yeah) The things you need to know (oh yeah) Come in and shut the door (yeah) Lets get this party goin (uh huh) Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs (oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon) [Chorus - w/ ad libs] In the mornin, in the evenin In the nighttime, gotta have it It's a feelin I can't fight it You got me speakin another language [Female voice: Bo habibi nishtagea - 2X] It's official raise your glasses Cause this party gonna go to Damascus [Wyclef Jean] Yeah, she said her dad's in the Army and he's the number one sniper And if he ever found out, he'd have me swimmin with the fishes in the water Now I'ma say somethin crazy girl, I love you I know we meetin for the first time in the club, but this feels like a deja vu [Break - w/ ad libs] [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Interlude - Wyclef Jean - 2X] Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it [Missy Elliott] W-Y to the Clef (c'mon) Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest (yeah) "Milk does your body good," come on take a sip Like [3 slurping noises], it taste good don't it You's a fine dreadlock, come on get How many times Missy crushed the very best? How many bombs on my summer, Funk Flex? (uh) As many times as Teddy Reilly said "yep, yep" Did you get it? I stays on your mind like a fitted (uh) Like did it make you walk for cheeksteaks to the city? (woo) Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain't nothin pretty (uh) Me and Clef steppin to the mic to get busy (c'mon) [Chorus] [Missy Elliott - talking] (uh oh) Yeah, hey yo Clef (uh oh) Uh oh [Wyclef Jean - talking] What's up Missy (uh oh) You know I love ya girl (oh) What's up Missy Let's go (uh) I got the guitar soundin like a satar Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security Call police [fades out] |
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