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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 50 First Dates (첫키스만 50번째) [ost] (2004)
Josie's on a vacation far away
Come around and talk it over So many things that I'd like to say You know I like my girls a little bit older I just wanna use your love tonight I don't wanna lose your love tonight I ain't got many friends left to talk to No-one's around when I'm in trouble You know I'd do anything for you Stay the night - we'll keep it under cover I just wanna use your love tonight I don't wanna lose your love tonight Try to stop my hands from shakin' Somethin' in my mind's not makin' sense It's been awhile since we've been all alone I can't hide the way I'm feelin' As you leave me please would you close the door and forget what I told you Just 'cause you're right - that don't mean I'm wrong Another shoulder to cry upon I just wanna use your love tonight I don't wanna lose your love tonight Yeah I just wanna use your love tonight I don't wanna lose your love tonight Lose your love Lose your love Lose your love |
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from Lyfe Jennings - Lyfe Change (2008)
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
No guts no glory No pain, no story Mama mama don worry Heaven on my mind, forever on my grind Tell god, sorry If this ain't heaven where the hell are we This kind of plane is so unusual I'm beautiful, dammit, I'm beautiful [Bridge:] See everything happens for a reason And the season (the reason and the season) Everything, happens some place and time So before the mirror shines Some people never see the light [Hook: Lyfe Jennings] You, you think you've got it bad You think the world owe you something but it don't owe you nothing You, you think that you've got it bad Some people have never had a chance at life [Wyclef Jean:] I live, I die, I laugh I cry The more I stay, the more the earth expends, and lends itself to sin For Benjamin, I seen him crack his head with the Heineken Then snatched his chain The same place the sun fall, that's where it rains And the same place the eagle fly, down comes the pain And the same girl that bring me joy, she bring me pain [Bridge:] See everything happens for a reason (reason) And the season (seasons) Everything, every single place and time Some people never shine Some people never see the sky [Hook:] You, you think you've got it bad You think the world owe you something but it don't owe you nothing You, you think that you've got it bad Some people have never had a chance at life [Wyclef Jean:] You should everybody shine put your hands in the air let me see touch ya the sky light [Lyfe Jennings:] This time I'll give my energy and patience, success is waiting [Wyclef Jean:] You grind, everybody grind, if I ever used to grind I will never touch the skyline [Lyfe Jennings:] Will I ever see the sky light, will I ever see the skylight (skylight) [Hook:] You, you think you've got it bad You think the world owe you something but it don't owe you nothing You, you think that you've got it bad Some people have never had a chance at life |
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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 Entourage (앙투라지) by Entourage [ost] (2007)
Ay boy don't spill my drink, pull it!
Now Listen..(Grand Hustle homie) Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor Wyclef all hands on deck (you love the beat) (boy you know what it is) [T.I.P & Wyclef] Ay, (brat), Ay (brat), Ay (brat) Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin (Boy You Know What it is) [T.I.P] The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the plate Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe 5 carats for the crib only b I'm in big crusies 2 steppin with the gat in the waist T.I. aint in the streets no more fo sho is that what they say? No more cryin when you sayin boy you have to be great Cuz that pistol will hit ya in ya face yall peeps will have to replate That's if you like it and if ya trust me it wont hurt me to take A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today. [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate, Let em know who tha king of the south is! Talk to em! [T.I.P] Women sweatin when they see me im apparently hot Had the album of the year nigga grammy or not Remember all day I used to stand in one spot 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin handlin rocks See me now? choppin, there aint a car I aint got Im the #1 customer at my own car lot If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot Even tho I prolly gettin more then you'd imagine I got listen close I need to know if you understand me or not if ya disrespectin me you and your man'll get shot [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [T.I.P] Went from the King of the south, to the king of the states Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states No Idea how much yay I can bring in the states You could get a hundred of em for a million today Lucus aint the only one who made a million a day But it's an American Gangsta right here in ya face And you dont wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'K You think you running and prorobbin that aint even the case And just because you get away that dont mean its okay You a dead man walking and I mean it okay. [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me Boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done. They guns sound like popcorn. |
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| from Wyclef Jean - Wyclef Jean Presents The Carnival Featuring Refugee Allstars (1997) | |||||
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
Wyclef (echo):
Yo, yo, I wanna give a shout-out 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 gonna change phases. If you got your ticket, man, you're allowed to come with me. Yo, for right now I'm gonna chill in 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! |
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from Wyclef Jean - Carnival (1998)
Yo yes yes yo. Lock your door. Die die die (x6)
I remember comin' from Hati growin' up in Brooklyn On Flat Bush got my first sneakers tooken Learn the game quick so I got my first device Mom move to Jersey so we could get a better life But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto Good time found myself like Jimmy Walker sayin' "Cello" Yellow cheese bus gettin' beatings if I cuss Lay away another day in stripped Lees and letegrays But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It D's in school cause the music was my focus Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic Towanna Balley's rape is alleged Hang out in hooky places watch streets corners turn to oasis Young men aspire to be Scarfaces [Chorus] In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear Quiet as it's kept they won't be around next year Yo yo watch out for the black van. Yo yo (last days last days) Planes exploding yo close your door yo nobody's safe. 4 Halloween. October 31. Yo close your door yo kids are disappearing. Yo Late at night the light was bright on the ave I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed His wife became a fiend fuckin' little Raheim Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means The day came I saw him on the train He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane I saw civilians runnin' for their life Like the devil on judgement night running from Christ Ice and Armarretto please as I fell to my knees Being shot by Fergusin the vigilante [Chorus] So CNN know whatI'm sayin'? Fergusin' is at court and he's his own lawyer You know what's goin' on. Talk to me. This is definitely the last days. Jewish calendar has already arrived the year 2000. Watch ya back watch ya back watch ya back DIE DIE DIE DIE Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew Use to be a dime now she's strung out in Bellevue See the serpent played tricks run game like the Knicks Build you up just to lose the championship. I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that Simple She lost her Prince cause there were Thieves In the Temple Tragic depression made her lose all her teeth Lost and turned out gave her body to the streets Sweet Mary don't you weep Still water runs deep So be carful of the company you keep [Chorus] Yo I'm frustrated you kno what I mean Use to work at McDonalds just got fired. If I get in I'm sprayin' everybody the boss the manager yo these are definitely the last days. Yo here he comes with his gun yo duck duck. Black Panther yo nobody's protected. Yo 6-6-6 watch your back don't get caught in the rapture yo AIDS, Moses the plaque watch your back. Pharoh let my people go. Yo watch your back. Last days. Last days. Nobody's protected. Yo my little sister is Rosey Sharen. Yo yo nobody's protected. Not even Rosey Sharen. Nobody's protected. Yo you come try to get my sister I'm a get you first. I'm a be driving a hearse. Cause nobody's protected. |
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from Wyclef Jean - Wyclef Jean Presents The Carnival Featuring Refugee Allstars (1997)
Yo yes yes yo. Lock your door. Die die die (x6)
I remember comin' from Hati growin' up in Brooklyn On Flat Bush got my first sneakers tooken Learn the game quick so I got my first device Mom move to Jersey so we could get a better life But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto Good time found myself like Jimmy Walker sayin' "Cello" Yellow cheese bus gettin' beatings if I cuss Lay away another day in stripped Lees and letegrays But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It D's in school cause the music was my focus Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic Towanna Balley's rape is alleged Hang out in hooky places watch streets corners turn to oasis Young men aspire to be Scarfaces [Chorus] In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear Quiet as it's kept they won't be around next year Yo yo watch out for the black van. Yo yo (last days last days) Planes exploding yo close your door yo nobody's safe. 4 Halloween. October 31. Yo close your door yo kids are disappearing. Yo Late at night the light was bright on the ave I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed His wife became a fiend fuckin' little Raheim Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means The day came I saw him on the train He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane I saw civilians runnin' for their life Like the devil on judgement night running from Christ Ice and Armarretto please as I fell to my knees Being shot by Fergusin the vigilante [Chorus] So CNN know whatI'm sayin'? Fergusin' is at court and he's his own lawyer You know what's goin' on. Talk to me. This is definitely the last days. Jewish calendar has already arrived the year 2000. Watch ya back watch ya back watch ya back DIE DIE DIE DIE Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew Use to be a dime now she's strung out in Bellevue See the serpent played tricks run game like the Knicks Build you up just to lose the championship. I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that Simple She lost her Prince cause there were Thieves In the Temple Tragic depression made her lose all her teeth Lost and turned out gave her body to the streets Sweet Mary don't you weep Still water runs deep So be carful of the company you keep [Chorus] Yo I'm frustrated you kno what I mean Use to work at McDonalds just got fired. If I get in I'm sprayin' everybody the boss the manager yo these are definitely the last days. Yo here he comes with his gun yo duck duck. Black Panther yo nobody's protected. Yo 6-6-6 watch your back don't get caught in the rapture yo AIDS, Moses the plaque watch your back. Pharoh let my people go. Yo watch your back. Last days. Last days. Nobody's protected. Yo my little sister is Rosey Sharen. Yo yo nobody's protected. Not even Rosey Sharen. Nobody's protected. Yo you come try to get my sister I'm a get you first. I'm a be driving a hearse. Cause nobody's protected. |
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
Intro:
(sirens) Yo yes yes yo. Lock your door. Die die die (x6) Wyclef: I remember comin' from Hati growin' up in Brooklyn On Flat Bush got my first sneakers tooken Learn the game quick so I got my first device Mom move to Jersey so we could get a better life But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto Good time found myself like Jimmy Walker sayin' "Cello" Lauryn: Yellow cheese bus gettin' beatings if I cuss Lay away another day in stripped Lees and letegrays But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets Wyclef: I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It D's in school cause the music was my focus Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells Lauryn: As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic Towanna Balley's rape is alleged Hang out in hooky places watch streets corners turn to oasis Young men aspire to be Scarfaces Hook: In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear Quiet as it's kept they won't be around next year Wyclef talking: Yo yo watch out for the black van. Yo yo (last days last days) planes exploding yo close your door yo nobody's safe. Halloween. October 31. Yo close your door yo kids are disappearing. Yo Wyclef: Late at night the light was bright on the ave I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed His wife became a fiend fuckin' little Raheim Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means The day came I saw him on the train He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane I saw civilians runnin' for their life Like the devil on judgement night running from Christ Ice and Armarretto please as I fell to my knees Being shot by Fergusin the vigilante Hook Wyclef talking: So CNN nawhatI'msayin? Fergusin is at court and he's his own lawyer youknowmean what's goin' on. Talk to me. This is definatly the last days. Jewish calendar has already arrived the year 2000. Watch ya back watch ya back watch ya back DIE DIE DIE DIE Lauryn: Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew Use to be a dime now she's strung out in Bellevue See the serpent played tricks run game like the Knicks Build you up just to lose the championship. I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that Simple She lost her Prince cause there were Thieves In the Temple Tragic depression made her lose all her teeth Lost and turned out gave her body to the streets Sweet Mary don't you weep Still water runs deep So be carful of the company you keep Hook Wyclef talking: Yo I'm frustrated youknowhatI'mean? Use to work at McDonalds just got fired. If I get in I'm sprayin' everybody the boss the manager yo these are definatly the last days. Yo here he comes with his gun yo duck duck. Black Panther yo nobody's protected. Yo 6-6-6 watch your back don't get caught in the rapture yo AIDS, Moses the plaque watch your back. Pharoh let my people go. Yo watch your back. Last days. Last days. Nobody's protected. Yo my little sister is Rosey Sharen. Yo yo nobody's protected. Not even Rosey Sharen. Nobody's protected. Yo you come try to get my sister I'm a get you first. I'm a be driving a hearse. Cause nobody's protected. |
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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)
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 - The Ecleftic : 2 Sides Ii A Book (2000)
[Wyclef Jean]
Lets go So so you think you can tell heaven from hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail A smile from a fair do you think you can tell Did they get you to trade your heros for goals Hot ashes for trees Hot air for a cool breeze Cold comfort for change Did you exchange A walk on part in the war for a lead role in the game whether you listenin to hip hip-hop or you tuning to rock refugees on your box we gonna take over ya blocks lets go How I wish, how I wish you were here We're jus two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year Runnin over the same old ground But have we found the same old fears Wish you were here whether you listenin to rock or pumpin the hip hip hop refugees on your box Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune I'ma take y'all to the "Dark Side of the Moon" Kickin in my moms room this song was just a thought A young refugee labeled, jus come with a passport Dad used to tell me about the American dream My dream was waking up the projects A young teen listenin to hip-hop, my brother tuned me into rock Put me up on Pink Floyd, a band from the British blocks whether you pumpin the hip hip hop or you tuning to rock refugees on your box we gonna take over the blocks from n.j to bk to the u.k |
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from Wyclef Jean - The Preacher's Son (2003)
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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Y'all wanna thank y'all for coming out tonight to see me Right now put your hands together for original, original diva, original dub plate No one can play this but Refugee's on the number 1 tour Now listen to Miss Whitney Houston (COME WITH IT!) (Whitney Houston) Yo, this is Whitney Houston Yes massive this is the original vocalist I'd like to say rest in peace to Dennis Brown If tomorrow is Judgement Day (light is in the air) And I'm standing on the front line (AIYYO!) Um, and the Lord asks me what I did with my life I would say: "Wyclef murdered a sound boy" (YO, HUH!) If I wake up in World War III (IF YOU BELIEVE IN THE MOST HIGH HANDS IN THE AIR!) I see the destruction in poverty (EAST COAST, WEST COAST, HEY, HEY!) And I feel like I wanna go home (SOUTH SIDE!) It's okay, as long as Wyclef is with me (North Side, Jamaican, Caribbeanon, Haitian hands in the air, everybody, hey!) My love is your dubbing, your dub is my dub It would take an eternity to break us and the chains of Armistad couldn't hold us. My sound is your sound 'cause the refugee sound is your sound. It would take an eternity to break us and a million sound boys will die before us (Wyclef Jean) This for the hardcore, before I had the record deal youknowhatI'msayin'? I'ma take y'all back when I was walking down the street My little girl saying: Yo Clef, that nigga tryin' to stick with somethin' Walk over to him and said: Yo... |
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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 - The Ecleftic : 2 Sides Ii A Book (2000)
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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 - Cheated (To All The Girls) (2000)
f/ Queen Pen, The Product, and Naomi Campbell
(Phone Rings) (Phone Voice Sample) If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator If you need help, try, try again Try, try again (Wyclef Jean) I got it started to my face I got it started to my face, right? What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation? Ha, ha, ha You gotta be kiddin'! You call my name four times on a record? Heh, heh! (Phone Rings) (Phone Voice Sample) If you need help, try, try again Try again (Wyclef Jean) Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove" Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson You write about being a veteran, but not a legend Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya A new episode where the student kills the teacher Any last words before I send you to your dream? Hold my hands and pray (lyrics in Creole) You don't got knowledge yourself So you don't know what that mean, a'ight? Who suped you up to do the record in the first place? It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls Under the conference room table When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL I worked too hard, for this life is serious This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats" You're weak nigga! (Phone Rings) (Phone Voice Sample) If you need help, try, try again Try again (Wyclef Jean) Yo, this my question (The Product) What's your question? (Chorus) What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? What's Clef? I'm not a Bob Marley impostor What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better" (Phone Rings) (Phone Voice Sample) If you need help, try, try again Try again (Wyclef Jean) Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh Here we go-o, uh-oh Every two records you do scenario You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1" You got out done by Canibus the young gun Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' like you Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool" Kids wet too who do the pool Let bells ring like Sunday school L.L. Cool J is hard as hell? So hard at night he's Jezebel I heard the teller, Himmemel How you think he wrote the song? Rock the bells! (The Product) Yo, Clef I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid This is real! (Wyclef Jean) Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I?ll turn green Your marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed I even got the Devil worshippers sayin', "God bless" You star struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source" You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick your lips, bitch! (Phone Rings) (Phone Voice Sample) If you need help, try, try again Try again (The Product) Rest in peace! (Chorus) What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? What's Clef? I'm not a muscle man impostor What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? Watch what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it (Naomi Campbell) Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef I just wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack L.L., why don't you just give up? (Phone Rings) (Phone Voice Sample) If you need help, try, try again Try again If you need help, try, try again Try, try again |
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I want to apologize for makin you wait so long for the sequel
Wyclef, Mary J., this one called What About the Baby You ever been like [Verse One: Wyclef] Let me talk to my daughter Daughter this is your poppa I know it's been a while We haven't talked [Mary J. Blige] But daddy you've been gone And me and mom have been all alone It's been a struggle and you weren't there for us He say [Wyclef Jean] Okay, when I called you She wouldn't put you on the phone She call the police, restrainin order 50 feet, from my home I tried, I ain't lyin It's so sad that the heavens cryin, AYY~! Once a boy and twice a man I'm just tryin to do the best I can Give me a chance girl [Chorus: Wyclef] A grown man ain't supposed to cry So why does water fill my eyes when I hear your voice Everything gon' be alright Baby girl I'm by your side, dry your eyes [Verse Two: Mary J. Blige] Let's talk this over Now see I heard everything that you told her But it's gon' take more than words for you to be a father, uh-huh Responsibilities of a man Like stayin faithful just for the fam' What if she knew that you chose another over her mother, aowwww! So you called her and I wouldn't put her on the phone I called the police yes, restrainin order 50 feet, from my home I tried, I ain't lyin It's so sad that the heavens are cryin, yeahhh Once a girl, twice of a man And I'ma try to do the best I can I can't give you a chance noooo [Chorus: Blige] A woman ain't supposed to cry So why don't you just wipe your eyes, dry your eyes You've learned a house is not a home When you're living all alone, and you want back home [Verse Three: Wyclef] WAIT A MINUTE GIRL! You're my joy, happiness that you bring Turn the fall back to spring girl, you're my bling You a hip-hop song I heard for the first time time Studied all the words to the rhyme You're my life, without you there's no sun, there's no moon There's no stars, shinin in the ni-iight [Mary J. Blige] But if I give you a chance, would you show me you care Be a man, no matter what the circumstances AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOW~! [Chorus: Wyclef] A grown man ain't supposed to cry So why does water fill my eyes when I hear your voice [Blige] You've learned a house is not a home When you're living all alone, and you want back home [Chorus: Wyclef] A grown man ain't supposed to cry So why does water fill my eyes when I hear your voice (What about the baby~! What about the baby~!) Everything gon' be alright Baby girl I'm by your side, I apologize! I cry, and I cry, I cry [fades out] |
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"Welcome To The East"
(feat. Sizzla) (repeat 4X in background) "When the East in the house - oh my God" (Wyclef Jean (Sizzla)) Yeah~! This one's for the world right here Sizzla! (Mr. Kalonji just walked in the buildin) Big up to the far East rulers (Intro: Wyclef Jean (Sizzla)) Welcome to the East! "Oh my God" "When the East is in the house" sometimes I ask myself will the violence ever cease "Oh my God" (You know you gon' like it; Kalonji, Wyclef) It's too hot on the floor man "Oh my God" It's too hot on the floor man It's too hot on the floor man "Oh my God" It's too hot on the floor They got the M-15's "Oh my God" We got the M-16's "Oh my God" (that's dangerous) It's too hot on the floor man It's too hot on the floor (Verse One: Wyclef Jean) Check it out I saw the ski-mask I didn't see the faces yo Saw the grenade, heard the explosions yo It get worse yo, I can't count the hearses that come out to masses, to churches, the verse is Do unto others as you would have done unto you Well welcome to the devil's penthouse, overlookin hell's view David slew the philistines with a donkey jawbone The same jawbone, I used to make microphone The same microphone I use in New Jerusalem To tell E.T. MC's they gotta phone home Girl I see you in the club but your eyes full of pain Your man a wifebeater, find a new man And for my little sisters in the misery Sweet sixteen you ain't alone in the pregnancy I pour some liquors for my homies that passed Sit back while I'm writin watch you fade in the paragraph... (Chorus: Wyclef Jean) Welcome to the East! "Oh my God" "When the East is in the house" sometimes I ask myself will the violence ever cease "Oh my God" Deejay turn it up~! It's too hot on the floor man "Oh my God" It's too hot on the floor man It's too hot on the floor man "Oh my God" It's too hot on the floor They got the M-15's "Oh my God" We got the M-16's "Oh my God" It's too hot on the floor man It's too hot on the floor (Wyclef) Sizzla, check it out! (Verse Two: Sizzla - best guess only) All things she plant the explosives with fuel in line We pe dimed, that's too much screwin time Cuttin you off, the halls reach the governor With pass enough plastic and the found for substance I prophecy they gon' call on the attack Must I see there and keeping this a back Each can play guitar, cause those bands a saluting Everyday someone forments these driveby shootings WILL THERE EVER BE PEACE on the Earth With human acts we shall not have peace on the Earth Be good leave it up for firm and just What's going on in neighborhoods today is not respected (Chorus with ad libs) (Verse Three: Wyclef Jean) Dance, she's in the city of Gods Dancin the Capoeira I see her in Brazil, eyy! Her cry, sound like 7 million violins Knowin that her man Won't be back tomorrow, she cries (Chorus (without Jeru the Damaja samples + ad libs)) (Outro: Wyclef Jean) Yeah, this where we all meet right here One mind one soul one heart On violins we got, the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, yeah On guitar, my man David Rosen Jerry Wonder on the bass Sizzla, breddern for life Charles the conductor I see you Wyclef Jean |
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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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INTRO:
We got the Refugees All-Stars rubba dubbin in the club Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prazwell. Nah mean the streets are gettin a little crazy. WYCLEF JEAN: Looka looka looka looka looka looka looka look it here Look it shorty got back, Should I ask her for a dance? Hold on theres too many in a wolf pack, And besides Dirtycash talkin to her, Buyin her fake furs and takin her to the fever. Quite as his 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 its Saturday night. So mista funkmaster Pump the Bee-Gees, And all you college students bring your 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. Let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh. John Forte grab the mic roots 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 kinda. Every step tango$BCE(J Your beat dont concern me. I'm eatin mangos in Trinadad wit attorneys. My crews slang flow worldwide like a current. Wit the every spot where nobody get insurance. Brotha do the math, You ain't half near exotic. My man's claim true, You, forget about it. Pope hoe just a new stance like my influence. Well recognize you a lie tryin do it. Got juice told your lady oops. We nuts baby, Smooth and charizmatic automatic. You gonna save me, Godbless the day that my sons survive. We strive to teach the youth baby and stay alive. WYCLEF JEAN: Refugee camp. Nuts baby. John Forte, Yo watch your lady. PRAZWELL: Yo watch your lady, Special ill rhyme dirtycash. WYCLEF: Yo if you got more than dollar in your pocket, Right now put your hands up. PRAZWELL: Yo, yo, You can tell by the way I roll shorty That I'm a ladies man, A business man Condos down the shore, Multi million pension plans. But it ain't in my plan to make move without the fam. I keep it intact, You Clef do the track. John play the mack while I pay the tax. Business as usuall, Watchin suspects. Steal my assetts, Get cut with g-lets. We built this concept, Connect like nine x. Drinks at the bar, My american express. WYCLEF JEAN: Yo I cook up cook up. The cop a pull up pull up. Then I cuff up cuff up. You who's callin bluff. Now you shook up shook up, Cause you lock up lock up. When I love up love up, You who's callin bluff. Hey yo John is chillin. Dirtycash chillin. What more can I say we livin. That's what we got, we got it good. And since you understood, We be. PRAZWELL: Yea, live at the carnival. 97 till infinite. Refugee All-Stars. Can't stop the shinin, can't stop the shinin. Can't stop the shinin, can't stop the shinin. You wanna stop the shinin, you wanna stop the shinin. You wanna stop the shinin, you wanna stop the shinin. Can't stop the shinin, can't stop the shinin. |
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
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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 - Carnival (1998)
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We got the Refugees All-Stars rubba dubbin in the club Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prazwell. Nah mean the streets are gettin a little crazy. WYCLEF JEAN: Looka looka looka looka looka looka looka look it here Look it shorty got back, Should I ask her for a dance? Hold on theres too many in a wolf pack, And besides Dirtycash talkin to her, Buyin her fake furs and takin her to the fever. Quite as his 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 its Saturday night. So mista funkmaster Pump the Bee-Gees, And all you college students bring your 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. Let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh. John Forte grab the mic roots 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 kinda. Every step tango$BCE(J Your beat dont concern me. I'm eatin mangos in Trinadad wit attorneys. My crews slang flow worldwide like a current. Wit the every spot where nobody get insurance. Brotha do the math, You ain't half near exotic. My man's claim true, You, forget about it. Pope hoe just a new stance like my influence. Well recognize you a lie tryin do it. Got juice told your lady oops. We nuts baby, Smooth and charizmatic automatic. You gonna save me, Godbless the day that my sons survive. We strive to teach the youth baby and stay alive. WYCLEF JEAN: Refugee camp. Nuts baby. John Forte, Yo watch your lady. PRAZWELL: Yo watch your lady, Special ill rhyme dirtycash. WYCLEF: Yo if you got more than dollar in your pocket, Right now put your hands up. PRAZWELL: Yo, yo, You can tell by the way I roll shorty That I'm a ladies man, A business man Condos down the shore, Multi million pension plans. But it ain't in my plan to make move without the fam. I keep it intact, You Clef do the track. John play the mack while I pay the tax. Business as usuall, Watchin suspects. Steal my assetts, Get cut with g-lets. We built this concept, Connect like nine x. Drinks at the bar, My american express. WYCLEF JEAN: Yo I cook up cook up. The cop a pull up pull up. Then I cuff up cuff up. You who's callin bluff. Now you shook up shook up, Cause you lock up lock up. When I love up love up, You who's callin bluff. Hey yo John is chillin. Dirtycash chillin. What more can I say we livin. That's what we got, we got it good. And since you understood, We be. PRAZWELL: Yea, live at the carnival. 97 till infinite. Refugee All-Stars. Can't stop the shinin, can't stop the shinin. Can't stop the shinin, can't stop the shinin. You wanna stop the shinin, you wanna stop the shinin. You wanna stop the shinin, you wanna stop the shinin. Can't stop the shinin, can't stop the shinin. |
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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 Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then pray tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Two: Prazwell Then cast off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo And when I rest my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh Say o-ur father, who art in heaven Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh [Prazwell] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Three: Wyclef Check it out, here we go Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin? I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop from be-bop to bee-bee [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab |
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from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)
Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then pray tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Two: Prazwell Then cast off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo And when I rest my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh Say o-ur father, who art in heaven Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh [Prazwell] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Three: Wyclef Check it out, here we go Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin? I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop from be-bop to bee-bee [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab |
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from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)
Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then pray tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Two: Prazwell Then cast off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo And when I rest my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh Say o-ur father, who art in heaven Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh [Prazwell] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Three: Wyclef Check it out, here we go Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin? I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop from be-bop to bee-bee [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab |
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from Wyclef Jean - Two Wrongs [single] (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)
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 - 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 - Wyclef Jean Presents The Carnival Featuring Refugee Allstars (1997)
Yo, Wyclef, It's time that I confess (Refugee Camp) to all the girls
(Don't do it, don't do it) To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before, I tip my hat like Willie Nelson You got pressure, take a sip of this Molson Here's what happened, it wasn't my intentions To fall into seduction while playing a temptation I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas Big men don't cry, hold my feelings inside Stress brings me pain, I gotta hold my pride When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives You say this is the 90's, either it's gonna be me or her I found myself in a blur Lookin' into the clouds thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Second verse is gonna hurt, based on a true life story I got married at 24 in New Jersey You know the feelings start nature take it's course Two years later 'Clef gets a divorce When I had the cold feet, I shouldn't've walked the altar With Dionne Warwick, she could predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night Back home, break of dawn, dinner's at the table Thin Line Between Love And Hate is on cable I'm lookin' at myself thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you take her friend Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you snatch her friend Break it down right here One love, you're lucky to have one love It sounds bugged, drinking wine from the same jug One heart, one mind, one soul She ain't a gold digger, she don't care about your bank-roll Keep your money, she make her own cheddar All she want from me is respect like Aretha Cooked me lasagne, stayed in for the winter Chilled to the summer, now I'm gone 'til November Have you seen her? I think I did But what I did wrong was take a love for granted Cause first comes trust, don't rush into lust Easier said than done, I lust and I must Passion is a must, but then we start to cuss We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts Like species, she called me an animal So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded mammal To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho I'm not a ho (You don't believe me though) I know you're diggin' this Is it OK if I play my guitar right about now, is it alright? (You don't believe me though) Alright (you don't believe me though), alright People in the back, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? Alright, alright, alright, alright People on the side, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? |
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from Wyclef Jean - Presents The Carnival Featuring The Refugee All Stars (1998)
Yo, Wyclef, It's time that I confess (Refugee Camp) to all the girls
(Don't do it, don't do it) To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before, I tip my hat like Willie Nelson You got pressure, take a sip of this Molson Here's what happened, it wasn't my intentions To fall into seduction while playing a temptation I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas Big men don't cry, hold my feelings inside Stress brings me pain, I gotta hold my pride When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives You say this is the 90's, either it's gonna be me or her I found myself in a blur Lookin' into the clouds thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Second verse is gonna hurt, based on a true life story I got married at 24 in New Jersey You know the feelings start nature take it's course Two years later 'Clef gets a divorce When I had the cold feet, I shouldn't've walked the altar With Dionne Warwick, she could predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night Back home, break of dawn, dinner's at the table Thin Line Between Love And Hate is on cable I'm lookin' at myself thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you take her friend Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you snatch her friend Break it down right here One love, you're lucky to have one love It sounds bugged, drinking wine from the same jug One heart, one mind, one soul She ain't a gold digger, she don't care about your bank-roll Keep your money, she make her own cheddar All she want from me is respect like Aretha Cooked me lasagne, stayed in for the winter Chilled to the summer, now I'm gone 'til November Have you seen her? I think I did But what I did wrong was take a love for granted Cause first comes trust, don't rush into lust Easier said than done, I lust and I must Passion is a must, but then we start to cuss We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts Like species, she called me an animal So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded mammal To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho I'm not a ho (You don't believe me though) I know you're diggin' this Is it OK if I play my guitar right about now, is it alright? (You don't believe me though) Alright (you don't believe me though), alright People in the back, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? Alright, alright, alright, alright People on the side, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? |
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from Wyclef Jean - Carnival (1998)
Yo, Wyclef, It's time that I confess (Refugee Camp) to all the girls
(Don't do it, don't do it) To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before, I tip my hat like Willie Nelson You got pressure, take a sip of this Molson Here's what happened, it wasn't my intentions To fall into seduction while playing a temptation I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas Big men don't cry, hold my feelings inside Stress brings me pain, I gotta hold my pride When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives You say this is the 90's, either it's gonna be me or her I found myself in a blur Lookin' into the clouds thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Second verse is gonna hurt, based on a true life story I got married at 24 in New Jersey You know the feelings start nature take it's course Two years later 'Clef gets a divorce When I had the cold feet, I shouldn't've walked the altar With Dionne Warwick, she could predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night Back home, break of dawn, dinner's at the table Thin Line Between Love And Hate is on cable I'm lookin' at myself thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you take her friend Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you snatch her friend Break it down right here One love, you're lucky to have one love It sounds bugged, drinking wine from the same jug One heart, one mind, one soul She ain't a gold digger, she don't care about your bank-roll Keep your money, she make her own cheddar All she want from me is respect like Aretha Cooked me lasagne, stayed in for the winter Chilled to the summer, now I'm gone 'til November Have you seen her? I think I did But what I did wrong was take a love for granted Cause first comes trust, don't rush into lust Easier said than done, I lust and I must Passion is a must, but then we start to cuss We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts Like species, she called me an animal So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded mammal To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho I'm not a ho (You don't believe me though) I know you're diggin' this Is it OK if I play my guitar right about now, is it alright? (You don't believe me though) Alright (you don't believe me though), alright People in the back, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? Alright, alright, alright, alright People on the side, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? |
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from Wyclef Jean - Cheated (To All The Girls) (2000)
Yo, Wyclef, It's time that I confess (Refugee Camp) to all the girls
(Don't do it, don't do it) To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before, I tip my hat like Willie Nelson You got pressure, take a sip of this Molson Here's what happened, it wasn't my intentions To fall into seduction while playing a temptation I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas Big men don't cry, hold my feelings inside Stress brings me pain, I gotta hold my pride When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives You say this is the 90's, either it's gonna be me or her I found myself in a blur Lookin' into the clouds thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Second verse is gonna hurt, based on a true life story I got married at 24 in New Jersey You know the feelings start nature take it's course Two years later 'Clef gets a divorce When I had the cold feet, I shouldn't've walked the altar With Dionne Warwick, she could predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night Back home, break of dawn, dinner's at the table Thin Line Between Love And Hate is on cable I'm lookin' at myself thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you take her friend Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you snatch her friend Break it down right here One love, you're lucky to have one love It sounds bugged, drinking wine from the same jug One heart, one mind, one soul She ain't a gold digger, she don't care about your bank-roll Keep your money, she make her own cheddar All she want from me is respect like Aretha Cooked me lasagne, stayed in for the winter Chilled to the summer, now I'm gone 'til November Have you seen her? I think I did But what I did wrong was take a love for granted Cause first comes trust, don't rush into lust Easier said than done, I lust and I must Passion is a must, but then we start to cuss We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts Like species, she called me an animal So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded mammal To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho I'm not a ho (You don't believe me though) I know you're diggin' this Is it OK if I play my guitar right about now, is it alright? (You don't believe me though) Alright (you don't believe me though), alright People in the back, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? Alright, alright, alright, alright People on the side, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? |
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from Wyclef Jean - Cheatede/ To All The Girls [single] (2000)
Yo, Wyclef, It's time that I confess (Refugee Camp) to all the girls
(Don't do it, don't do it) To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before To all the girls I loved before To all the girls I cheated on before, I tip my hat like Willie Nelson You got pressure, take a sip of this Molson Here's what happened, it wasn't my intentions To fall into seduction while playing a temptation I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas Big men don't cry, hold my feelings inside Stress brings me pain, I gotta hold my pride When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives You say this is the 90's, either it's gonna be me or her I found myself in a blur Lookin' into the clouds thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Second verse is gonna hurt, based on a true life story I got married at 24 in New Jersey You know the feelings start nature take it's course Two years later 'Clef gets a divorce When I had the cold feet, I shouldn't've walked the altar With Dionne Warwick, she could predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night Back home, break of dawn, dinner's at the table Thin Line Between Love And Hate is on cable I'm lookin' at myself thinkin' out loud "I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?" To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you take her friend Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though) And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you snatch her friend Break it down right here One love, you're lucky to have one love It sounds bugged, drinking wine from the same jug One heart, one mind, one soul She ain't a gold digger, she don't care about your bank-roll Keep your money, she make her own cheddar All she want from me is respect like Aretha Cooked me lasagne, stayed in for the winter Chilled to the summer, now I'm gone 'til November Have you seen her? I think I did But what I did wrong was take a love for granted Cause first comes trust, don't rush into lust Easier said than done, I lust and I must Passion is a must, but then we start to cuss We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts Like species, she called me an animal So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded mammal To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year I got a new change of gear, I swear I can see clear now the clouds disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho I'm not a ho (You don't believe me though) I know you're diggin' this Is it OK if I play my guitar right about now, is it alright? (You don't believe me though) Alright (you don't believe me though), alright People in the back, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? Alright, alright, alright, alright People on the side, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now? |
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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 - 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 - The Ecleftic : 2 Sides Ii A Book (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 - The Preacher's Son (2003)
(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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from Wyclef Jean - The Preacher's Son (2003)
(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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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 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 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 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 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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