Dearly beloved
I wanna dedicate this song
To all my refugees around the world
My shottas
My Zoe's
HM, and all the sets around the world, one gang now
Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
Life's like a carnival every day
But we stay sucker-free, no clown face
'Cause them boys Bugs Bunny jumpin' for the carrots
Repeating everything to the Feds like parrots
But all I see's the future ahead
A new start like when I cut off my dreads
Statistically, I ain't even supposed to be here
Bad Christmas, I never seen a reindeer
You beat me, we all got our ego
You sniffin' on that Hulk though, Lou Ferrigno
We go ape, y'all just pose like y'all killers
I know King Kong when I see him, y'all Magilla Gorillas
Ever had to face pressure?
Squeeze the crack so far up your ass
That you woke up with a ulcer
Yeah, them the homies that I know
They either deported or they ain't comin' home no more
Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna make it out the slums
And turn our dreams into reality
Little shotta boy, I'll hold you down
Until the day they come and bury me
Queen of the castle, the leader of the pack
I send my troops into battle
Sexy and classy, but don't let it fool ya
You can catch me in the cut, posted up with that Ruger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I followed my calling
You can picture me broke and you could picture me ballin'
American gangster, the Haitian's behind me
District thirteen posted up, if you boys wanna come find me
And my shooters stay with me, a natural born leader
I'm the OG of the block, I testify like the preachers
All my niggas that's with me, take a puff of that reefer
I don't do it for myself, I do this shit for my people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
I'm by the river
Don't complicate me
God ain't touched me
I ain't saved yet
I'm by the river
Please be patient
God ain't touched me
I ain't saved yet
Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
Wyclef Jean - Carnival III: The Fall and Rise of a Refugee Album Lyrics
Wyclef Jean - Carnival III: The Fall and Rise of a Refugee Lyrics
Writer: ANTOINE DARION, BRANDEN WASHINGTON, JACOB RAPHEL WASHINGTON, JAMIKA DESHAZER, MADELINE NELSON, WYCLEF JEAN, ANTOINE DARION KERN, JACOB RAPHAEL WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Turn Me Good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I'ma love you all night
We gon' be alright
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I'ma love you all night
We gon' be alright
When I couldn't pay the rent
I had no money to spend
I was caught up in the trench
Now you're the reason that we rich
When the feds raid the door
Put the shadow on the floor
They found them things in the drawer
You got me the lawyer for the court
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
We gon' make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gonna make love all night
Like Mr. Marley
Turn down the lights
We don't need no interruption
Turn down the lights
We can have a deep discussion
Turn up the lights, baby
You don't gotta hide your imperfections
Turn down the lights
Ehh, what we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gon' make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gon' make love all night
We gon' be alright
Wait a minute baby
You're so real
You shoot to kill
Ehh, in this cold world
We feel them chill
Zion awaits, yeah
I'm in the bed
At them golden gates
What we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gon' make love all night
And I'm feeling alright
What we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gon' be alright
We gon' love all night
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I'ma love you all night
We gon' be alright
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I'ma love you all night
We gon' be alright
When I couldn't pay the rent
I had no money to spend
I was caught up in the trench
Now you're the reason that we rich
When the feds raid the door
Put the shadow on the floor
They found them things in the drawer
You got me the lawyer for the court
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
We gon' make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gonna make love all night
Like Mr. Marley
Turn down the lights
We don't need no interruption
Turn down the lights
We can have a deep discussion
Turn up the lights, baby
You don't gotta hide your imperfections
Turn down the lights
Ehh, what we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gon' make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gon' make love all night
We gon' be alright
Wait a minute baby
You're so real
You shoot to kill
Ehh, in this cold world
We feel them chill
Zion awaits, yeah
I'm in the bed
At them golden gates
What we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gon' make love all night
And I'm feeling alright
What we gon' do when we get to Zion
We gon' be alright
We gon' love all night
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
Writer: CHRIS APARRI, PHILLIP FENDER, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Borrowed Time
Falling from space, sometimes I feel out of place
Words we can't take back, if I could I would erase
Do whatever it take, to show you I appreciate
Before the angel tells me that it's too late
High noon the guns are drawn, it's a battle for love
Stand on the side as she watch it goes down
When it seems like the end, that's when it all begins
As she opens the door and lets me in
We're on borrowed time
Clock keeps ticking
Days keep passing
Oh we can't waste no time
These are the days of our lives
When we will fall
Just so we can rise
Just so we can rise
A Cinderella's ball
Last call for alcohol
The saints marching in
While us sinners play the drums
When the shackles are broken
That's when we all will run free
And we will no longer worship the beast
What once was built
I seen sadness destroy
But it make my faith stronger
I believe in the joy
And passion has kicked in
Like a thief in the night
And the touch feels like eternal life
We're on borrowed time
Clock keeps ticking
Days keep passing
Oh we can't waste no time
These are the days of our lives
When we will fall
Just so we can rise
Just so we can rise
Uh huh, ice cube in my drink, it's a good day
Seen a drive by turn in to a love parade
Battleships turns to the Love Boat
Refugees found our home that we're looking for
No more robberies, everybody eat
Found the cure for the cancer
No more diseases
No bombs falling from the skyline
Peace, treaty, everybody co-sign
Colorblind, we all one people
One love, like a Mob Marley sequel
I'm sitting back listening to John Lennon
Imagined that it happened
We're on borrowed time
Clock keeps ticking
Days keep passing
Oh we can't waist no time
These are the days of our lives
When we will fall
Just so we can rise
Just so we can rise
We're on borrowed time
Words we can't take back, if I could I would erase
Do whatever it take, to show you I appreciate
Before the angel tells me that it's too late
High noon the guns are drawn, it's a battle for love
Stand on the side as she watch it goes down
When it seems like the end, that's when it all begins
As she opens the door and lets me in
We're on borrowed time
Clock keeps ticking
Days keep passing
Oh we can't waste no time
These are the days of our lives
When we will fall
Just so we can rise
Just so we can rise
A Cinderella's ball
Last call for alcohol
The saints marching in
While us sinners play the drums
When the shackles are broken
That's when we all will run free
And we will no longer worship the beast
What once was built
I seen sadness destroy
But it make my faith stronger
I believe in the joy
And passion has kicked in
Like a thief in the night
And the touch feels like eternal life
We're on borrowed time
Clock keeps ticking
Days keep passing
Oh we can't waste no time
These are the days of our lives
When we will fall
Just so we can rise
Just so we can rise
Uh huh, ice cube in my drink, it's a good day
Seen a drive by turn in to a love parade
Battleships turns to the Love Boat
Refugees found our home that we're looking for
No more robberies, everybody eat
Found the cure for the cancer
No more diseases
No bombs falling from the skyline
Peace, treaty, everybody co-sign
Colorblind, we all one people
One love, like a Mob Marley sequel
I'm sitting back listening to John Lennon
Imagined that it happened
We're on borrowed time
Clock keeps ticking
Days keep passing
Oh we can't waist no time
These are the days of our lives
When we will fall
Just so we can rise
Just so we can rise
We're on borrowed time
Writer: LOUIS COTE, MADELINE NELSON, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Fela Kuti
Supa Mario with Wyclef
Yeah
(Mario!)
Lights, camera, action
Where everyone's a superstar
Hollywood
She came to party
We came to party
We came to party
Everyone's a superstar
Looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka here
Truth or dare
Spin the bottle, if you lose come out your bikini wear
Kiss, like a Prince song
She be winding, snake in a tree
The voodoo is working on me
Dance like Fela Kuti
Mama sa makossa energy
(Bad man) easy with the trigger
Mothers love us, just like they love Jigga
Bartender, come over
Drink with for the winners
She came to party
We came to party
We came to party
We came to party
Everyone's a superstar
Lights, camera, action
Where everyone's a superstar
Hollywood
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the sexiest one of the all?"
He replied, "Girl, you are
A shooting star"
I can see through the dust
You're my diamond in the rough
Can't nobody get to us
We real and they faking the love
And we found our way
Out of the maze
From walking the block to running from cops
Now we shower in planes
I rock the screen
To buy you a ring
And we go back to Vegas
What happened in Vegas we don't gotta say
Lights, camera, action
Everyone's a superstar
Hollywood
She came to party
We came to party
We came to party
We came to party
Everyone's a superstar
Lights, camera, action
We came to party
We came to party
We came to party
Everyone's a superstar
Looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka here
Yeah
(Mario!)
Lights, camera, action
Where everyone's a superstar
Hollywood
She came to party
We came to party
We came to party
Everyone's a superstar
Looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka here
Truth or dare
Spin the bottle, if you lose come out your bikini wear
Kiss, like a Prince song
She be winding, snake in a tree
The voodoo is working on me
Dance like Fela Kuti
Mama sa makossa energy
(Bad man) easy with the trigger
Mothers love us, just like they love Jigga
Bartender, come over
Drink with for the winners
She came to party
We came to party
We came to party
We came to party
Everyone's a superstar
Lights, camera, action
Where everyone's a superstar
Hollywood
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the sexiest one of the all?"
He replied, "Girl, you are
A shooting star"
I can see through the dust
You're my diamond in the rough
Can't nobody get to us
We real and they faking the love
And we found our way
Out of the maze
From walking the block to running from cops
Now we shower in planes
I rock the screen
To buy you a ring
And we go back to Vegas
What happened in Vegas we don't gotta say
Lights, camera, action
Everyone's a superstar
Hollywood
She came to party
We came to party
We came to party
We came to party
Everyone's a superstar
Lights, camera, action
We came to party
We came to party
We came to party
Everyone's a superstar
Looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka-looka here
Writer: FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI, JONATHAN PRIESTER, MADELINE NELSON, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Warrior
Johnny went to school
He kept getting jumped
Today was the day
That he wouldn't run
He's a warrior
He said, he's a warrior
Likkle Jimmy
Likkle Jimmy
Always put his work
He stand up like man
When they throw him in the dirt
He's a warrior
He's a warrior
Little Susie
Little Susie
They say she was moody
Dressed in black
Dressed in black
Always wore a hoodie
She's a warrior
Ehh, she's a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
Likkle Mickie
Likkle Mickie
Play your guitar
Tell them one day
You'll be a ghetto superstar
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
Likkle Johnny
Likkle Johnny
Follow your dreams
Likkle Johnny
Likkle Johnny
You have the mean
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
Every mon haf to follow him dream
Every mon haf to find him queen
Every mon haf to make his way
Every mon haf to live to this way
Every mon haf to follow him dream
Every mon haf to find a queen
Every girl you gotta live this way
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
Warrior, warrior, like this
You're a warrior
Warrior, warrior, like this
You're a warrior
Warrior, warrior, like this
You're a warrior
Warrior, warrior, like this
You're a warrior
He kept getting jumped
Today was the day
That he wouldn't run
He's a warrior
He said, he's a warrior
Likkle Jimmy
Likkle Jimmy
Always put his work
He stand up like man
When they throw him in the dirt
He's a warrior
He's a warrior
Little Susie
Little Susie
They say she was moody
Dressed in black
Dressed in black
Always wore a hoodie
She's a warrior
Ehh, she's a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
Likkle Mickie
Likkle Mickie
Play your guitar
Tell them one day
You'll be a ghetto superstar
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
Likkle Johnny
Likkle Johnny
Follow your dreams
Likkle Johnny
Likkle Johnny
You have the mean
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
Every mon haf to follow him dream
Every mon haf to find him queen
Every mon haf to make his way
Every mon haf to live to this way
Every mon haf to follow him dream
Every mon haf to find a queen
Every girl you gotta live this way
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
You're a warrior
Warrior, warrior, like this
You're a warrior
Warrior, warrior, like this
You're a warrior
Warrior, warrior, like this
You're a warrior
Warrior, warrior, like this
You're a warrior
Writer: ALEX GOODWIN, MICHAEL JAMES ONUFRAK, PHILLIP FENDER, SIDNEY SWIFT, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Shotta Boys
Hello? Hello? Hello
Yo Wyclef, wagwan?
Louie Rankin, man
AKA Teddy Bruck Shut, told ya Richie have di order
Fi murder the bloodclaat informer, dangle sky, informer fi dead
Anyway, wagwan rudeboi?
I call that great acting, Hollywood need me
But still, you a gwan now Wyclef
I need a ticket to the Carnival when you come to T-Dot
And you must always tell them, said nobody no rank witcha
'Cause the original Jamaican don-dadda got your back
Them wan war?
I still break!
Everytime they see me man, they ask me two questions
Wyclef Jean, when is the next Fugees album?
When is Shottas Part Two? I tell 'em
Shotta boys I see them talking at bar
Get your drink and speed on like a foreign car
Kevin Costner wanna play your bodyguard
Guard to guard your body, get you bodied hard
Seen the movie Shottas, I play Richie X
It ain't hard to do, I know who Richie is
Richie rich boys that don't give a F
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Boy you don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Keep your muscle in your shirt boy, you don't wanna flex nah
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Keep your muscle in your shirt boy, you don't wanna flex, eh
Don't make me do it, I'ma plead self defense and tell the judge you made me do it, eh
Don't make me do it, I'ma plead self defense and tell the judge you made me do it
I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna do it
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna do it
Don't make me do it, I don't wanna do it
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna (yeah)
Compare me to my whip, 'cause if you push, I start
No Whitney Houston here, don't need no bodyguard
That poker face don't help, don't make me pull your card
Might end up in that river, now your body hard
There's watts up in my vein so here's a shockin' fact
Ain't never bang but I know forty Haitian Jacks
Keep flexing all you want, them zoes got my back
I'm bout this paper, Stix about them hun'ed stacks
Never broke, thumbing through a billy paper guzzlin' more
Never show, come correct don't play me like a bobby show
I'm in the zone tell me, how much for the zone
Give me a deal and we on
There go my phone
Shotta sequel coming home
Got my business smile like Big Meetch
Want the south to love me like I'm Pimp C
Hey Clef, he called me off the bench man
So now I bring the bars the Jimmy Henchman
Shotta boys I see them talking at bar
Get your drink and speed on like a foreign car
Kevin Costner wanna play your bodyguard
Guard to guard your body, get you bodied hard
Seen the movie Shottas, I play Richie X
It ain't hard to do, I know who Richie is
Richie rich boys that don't give a F
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Boy you don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Keep your muscle in your shirt boy, you don't wanna flex nah
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Keep your muscle in your shirt boy, you don't wanna flex
Eh, Shotta boys I see them talking at bar
Yo Wyclef, wagwan?
Louie Rankin, man
AKA Teddy Bruck Shut, told ya Richie have di order
Fi murder the bloodclaat informer, dangle sky, informer fi dead
Anyway, wagwan rudeboi?
I call that great acting, Hollywood need me
But still, you a gwan now Wyclef
I need a ticket to the Carnival when you come to T-Dot
And you must always tell them, said nobody no rank witcha
'Cause the original Jamaican don-dadda got your back
Them wan war?
I still break!
Everytime they see me man, they ask me two questions
Wyclef Jean, when is the next Fugees album?
When is Shottas Part Two? I tell 'em
Shotta boys I see them talking at bar
Get your drink and speed on like a foreign car
Kevin Costner wanna play your bodyguard
Guard to guard your body, get you bodied hard
Seen the movie Shottas, I play Richie X
It ain't hard to do, I know who Richie is
Richie rich boys that don't give a F
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Boy you don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Keep your muscle in your shirt boy, you don't wanna flex nah
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Keep your muscle in your shirt boy, you don't wanna flex, eh
Don't make me do it, I'ma plead self defense and tell the judge you made me do it, eh
Don't make me do it, I'ma plead self defense and tell the judge you made me do it
I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna do it
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna do it
Don't make me do it, I don't wanna do it
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna (yeah)
Compare me to my whip, 'cause if you push, I start
No Whitney Houston here, don't need no bodyguard
That poker face don't help, don't make me pull your card
Might end up in that river, now your body hard
There's watts up in my vein so here's a shockin' fact
Ain't never bang but I know forty Haitian Jacks
Keep flexing all you want, them zoes got my back
I'm bout this paper, Stix about them hun'ed stacks
Never broke, thumbing through a billy paper guzzlin' more
Never show, come correct don't play me like a bobby show
I'm in the zone tell me, how much for the zone
Give me a deal and we on
There go my phone
Shotta sequel coming home
Got my business smile like Big Meetch
Want the south to love me like I'm Pimp C
Hey Clef, he called me off the bench man
So now I bring the bars the Jimmy Henchman
Shotta boys I see them talking at bar
Get your drink and speed on like a foreign car
Kevin Costner wanna play your bodyguard
Guard to guard your body, get you bodied hard
Seen the movie Shottas, I play Richie X
It ain't hard to do, I know who Richie is
Richie rich boys that don't give a F
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Boy you don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Keep your muscle in your shirt boy, you don't wanna flex nah
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Keep your muscle in your shirt boy, you don't wanna flex
Eh, Shotta boys I see them talking at bar
Writer: BRANDEN WASHINGTON, BRANDON R. SALAAM-BAILEY, MADELINE NELSON, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Double Dutch
That's the girls, man, they playing double dutch (double dutch)
And that's my man he rolling up a dutch (up a dutch)
And that's me man I am playing superhero
(Shazam)
Yah, now we running from the five-oh
Seven-one-eight, boy, they running from the five-oh
Three-oh-five, man, they running from the five-oh
Four-oh-four, boy, they running from the five-oh
Hawaii five-oh, man we running from the five-oh
Thank god for them bars over guitar
Nice with the hands
You need a partner, we can spar
All the youngin's that I know
Boy they don't use hand guards
They use the trigger like quick drama draw
Yea, me and my brother with the bubble bust
I'm on the roof, I'm screaming, I got the juice
One brick, two brick, three brick, four
Now DEA, boy, they bringing down the door
Man they searching for that cocaina
Now my boy is deported back to Punta Cana
Yea, though they try to set me up like hurricane
I felt the horror man, but I ain't touch the 'cane
Yea, it's still mucho trabajo
Though the road is rocky, I'ma K.O. Apollo
Where I come from 'nuff man ah die
Sling shot, hit birds from the sky
So when I landed in the country with eagle's eyes
I'm in the kitchen cooking American pie
That's the girls, man, they playing double dutch (double dutch)
And that's my man he rolling up a dutch (up a dutch)
And that's me man I'm playing superhero (Luke Cage)
Yea, now we running from the five-oh
Three-one-oh, now they running from the five-oh
Nine-seven-three, boy they running from the five-oh
Two-one-two, now they running from the five-oh
Hawaii five-oh, man we running from the five-oh
Best friends turns to ex-friends
We were recruited like the X-men
They got my whole firm tapped
Wikeleaks I can hear them in the back
They gon have me go beast mode
And do two bars in morse code
Yea, but I can't stand to see another c-o-p
Take another life of a k-i-d
And I can't stand to see another n-u-t
Execution style on the NYPD
LAPD, everybody's frightened
Cuz when the storm comes you don't to get hit with lightning
Five-oh-nine, man, we running from the five-oh
Eight-seven-six, boy, we running from the five-oh
Five-one-four, man, we running from the five-oh
Oh no, man, we running from the five-oh
I was sharing the report of, of, uh, shit (Wyclef)
I was sharing the report of Wyclef Jean who got pulled over by the police
And he was handcuffed and treated like a suspect
Uh, but then I was reminded, in January where he said
Martin Luther King basically alluded to the fact that all lives matter
Um, and so in January, he was tweeting "All lives matter" but in March
He realized how hard it was to tweet when you're handcuffed in the back of a police car
Everybody itchy with the Twitter finger
Always wanna, switch fade a nigga
Everybody itchy with the Twitter finger
Always wanna, switch fade a nigga
Hey big bro, so I seen Twitter left out a lot of the details about your Martin Luther King context
I tried to tell them niggas, like I said,
"Eh, we know Wyclef, the Fugee! Always tryna help the people out the struggle
The man ran for president!
You know they tried to pull the same shit with Marcus Garvey too, right?
Look, I know I'm from Cleveland, but my spirit has always been a French-speaking refugee
Actually I'm 'bout to go order me a Haitian bandanna right now
And that's my man he rolling up a dutch (up a dutch)
And that's me man I am playing superhero
(Shazam)
Yah, now we running from the five-oh
Seven-one-eight, boy, they running from the five-oh
Three-oh-five, man, they running from the five-oh
Four-oh-four, boy, they running from the five-oh
Hawaii five-oh, man we running from the five-oh
Thank god for them bars over guitar
Nice with the hands
You need a partner, we can spar
All the youngin's that I know
Boy they don't use hand guards
They use the trigger like quick drama draw
Yea, me and my brother with the bubble bust
I'm on the roof, I'm screaming, I got the juice
One brick, two brick, three brick, four
Now DEA, boy, they bringing down the door
Man they searching for that cocaina
Now my boy is deported back to Punta Cana
Yea, though they try to set me up like hurricane
I felt the horror man, but I ain't touch the 'cane
Yea, it's still mucho trabajo
Though the road is rocky, I'ma K.O. Apollo
Where I come from 'nuff man ah die
Sling shot, hit birds from the sky
So when I landed in the country with eagle's eyes
I'm in the kitchen cooking American pie
That's the girls, man, they playing double dutch (double dutch)
And that's my man he rolling up a dutch (up a dutch)
And that's me man I'm playing superhero (Luke Cage)
Yea, now we running from the five-oh
Three-one-oh, now they running from the five-oh
Nine-seven-three, boy they running from the five-oh
Two-one-two, now they running from the five-oh
Hawaii five-oh, man we running from the five-oh
Best friends turns to ex-friends
We were recruited like the X-men
They got my whole firm tapped
Wikeleaks I can hear them in the back
They gon have me go beast mode
And do two bars in morse code
Yea, but I can't stand to see another c-o-p
Take another life of a k-i-d
And I can't stand to see another n-u-t
Execution style on the NYPD
LAPD, everybody's frightened
Cuz when the storm comes you don't to get hit with lightning
Five-oh-nine, man, we running from the five-oh
Eight-seven-six, boy, we running from the five-oh
Five-one-four, man, we running from the five-oh
Oh no, man, we running from the five-oh
I was sharing the report of, of, uh, shit (Wyclef)
I was sharing the report of Wyclef Jean who got pulled over by the police
And he was handcuffed and treated like a suspect
Uh, but then I was reminded, in January where he said
Martin Luther King basically alluded to the fact that all lives matter
Um, and so in January, he was tweeting "All lives matter" but in March
He realized how hard it was to tweet when you're handcuffed in the back of a police car
Everybody itchy with the Twitter finger
Always wanna, switch fade a nigga
Everybody itchy with the Twitter finger
Always wanna, switch fade a nigga
Hey big bro, so I seen Twitter left out a lot of the details about your Martin Luther King context
I tried to tell them niggas, like I said,
"Eh, we know Wyclef, the Fugee! Always tryna help the people out the struggle
The man ran for president!
You know they tried to pull the same shit with Marcus Garvey too, right?
Look, I know I'm from Cleveland, but my spirit has always been a French-speaking refugee
Actually I'm 'bout to go order me a Haitian bandanna right now
Writer: MADELINE NELSON, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
What Happened to Love
Ladies and gentlemen
I'm just getting back from the tour
I got one thing to say, man
Guitar please
Bass man, are you with me?
How's my drummer?
Get funky on 'em
Looka looka here, your man's right here
Celebrate tonight like New Year's
Let's cheers 'cause love's in the air
Jealous girls looking at you with the hate stare
You still got slang, you're my boogie bang bang
In the middle of the night when you do the wild thing
Baby baby love the way you ting-a-ling-a-ling
So hot, fire alarm, ring-a-ling-a-ling
You never have to be alone
I swear that you're the only one
You know with me you've found your home
(Let me get a little more keyboard please)
One day girl, we'll be looking back
I'll kiss you then you'll kiss me back
You know you'll never have to ask
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was (let's do it)
But you gave on up it, up on it baby (oh yeah)
But you've been feeling it, feeling it lately
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was (talk to 'em Clef)
They don't wanna love like this no more
They don't serenade like this no more
They don't wanna get no ring no more
All they want is a cookie, no X, no O's
I ain't gonna put you on the 'Gram exposed
Call me mister big, we can keep it on the low
Bubble bath in the the tub and the lights get dim
My tongue speaks French when I tell you "Je t'aime" (let's go)
You never have to be alone
I swear that you're the only one
You know with me you've found your home
One day girl, we'll be looking back
I'll kiss you then you'll kiss me back
You know you'll never have to ask
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was (let's do it)
But you gave on up it, up on it baby (oh yeah)
But you've been feeling it, feeling it lately
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was
(If you're having a good time right now, put your hands as high as I can see them)
Hands up like I stick up the place, yeah
Hands up like I stick up the place, yeah
Hands up like I stick up the place
All I do is bring that bass, let's go
Hands up like I stick up the place, yeah
Hands up like I stick up the place, yeah
Hands up like I stick up the place
All I do is bring that bass, let's go
You never have to be alone
I swear that you're the only one
You know with me you've found your home
(This is for you, for you and for you girl)
One day girl, we'll be looking back
I'll kiss you then you'll kiss me back
You know you'll never have to ask
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was (let's do it)
But you gave on up it, up on it baby (oh yeah)
But you've been feeling it, feeling it lately
What happened to love (yeah, yeah)
Girl, it's as good as it always was
My guitar please
I'm just getting back from the tour
I got one thing to say, man
Guitar please
Bass man, are you with me?
How's my drummer?
Get funky on 'em
Looka looka here, your man's right here
Celebrate tonight like New Year's
Let's cheers 'cause love's in the air
Jealous girls looking at you with the hate stare
You still got slang, you're my boogie bang bang
In the middle of the night when you do the wild thing
Baby baby love the way you ting-a-ling-a-ling
So hot, fire alarm, ring-a-ling-a-ling
You never have to be alone
I swear that you're the only one
You know with me you've found your home
(Let me get a little more keyboard please)
One day girl, we'll be looking back
I'll kiss you then you'll kiss me back
You know you'll never have to ask
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was (let's do it)
But you gave on up it, up on it baby (oh yeah)
But you've been feeling it, feeling it lately
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was (talk to 'em Clef)
They don't wanna love like this no more
They don't serenade like this no more
They don't wanna get no ring no more
All they want is a cookie, no X, no O's
I ain't gonna put you on the 'Gram exposed
Call me mister big, we can keep it on the low
Bubble bath in the the tub and the lights get dim
My tongue speaks French when I tell you "Je t'aime" (let's go)
You never have to be alone
I swear that you're the only one
You know with me you've found your home
One day girl, we'll be looking back
I'll kiss you then you'll kiss me back
You know you'll never have to ask
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was (let's do it)
But you gave on up it, up on it baby (oh yeah)
But you've been feeling it, feeling it lately
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was
(If you're having a good time right now, put your hands as high as I can see them)
Hands up like I stick up the place, yeah
Hands up like I stick up the place, yeah
Hands up like I stick up the place
All I do is bring that bass, let's go
Hands up like I stick up the place, yeah
Hands up like I stick up the place, yeah
Hands up like I stick up the place
All I do is bring that bass, let's go
You never have to be alone
I swear that you're the only one
You know with me you've found your home
(This is for you, for you and for you girl)
One day girl, we'll be looking back
I'll kiss you then you'll kiss me back
You know you'll never have to ask
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was
What happened to love
Girl, it's as good as it always was (let's do it)
But you gave on up it, up on it baby (oh yeah)
But you've been feeling it, feeling it lately
What happened to love (yeah, yeah)
Girl, it's as good as it always was
My guitar please
Writer: BENJAMIN RUTTNER, JACOB KASHER HINDLIN, JAMES PATTERSON, MADELINE NELSON, ROSS CLARK, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Carry On
Ladies and Gents
Tune in
To the sound of Wyclef
And Emeli Sandé
Has your heart fell in love with the sad songs?
Have your feet fell in love with the edge?
Is hope hanging on by a thread now?
Does it feel like the angels are dead?
When the darkness is too dark to handle
And the bridge won't stop calling your name
Before you blow out any candles
Oh, let the chorus play
Carry on, carry on, carry on (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
When the angel of death blows the horn
And all earthly possesions are gone
What was once no longer belong
Love is a crown made of thorns
When the eyes of lies see naked truth
And the men of war, ask for a truce
Only then will love conquer hate's feud
And the world will once again will be new
Carry on, carry on, carry on (she said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (she said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
La, la la la, la la la la la
La, la la la, la la la la
Yea, keep going, keep going, keep going
Don't you give up now
Keep going, keep going, keep going
We gon' work it out
We gon' work it out, I said
We gon' make it out
We gon' make it out of here
Carry on, carry on, carry on (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (we say)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Tune in
To the sound of Wyclef
And Emeli Sandé
Has your heart fell in love with the sad songs?
Have your feet fell in love with the edge?
Is hope hanging on by a thread now?
Does it feel like the angels are dead?
When the darkness is too dark to handle
And the bridge won't stop calling your name
Before you blow out any candles
Oh, let the chorus play
Carry on, carry on, carry on (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
When the angel of death blows the horn
And all earthly possesions are gone
What was once no longer belong
Love is a crown made of thorns
When the eyes of lies see naked truth
And the men of war, ask for a truce
Only then will love conquer hate's feud
And the world will once again will be new
Carry on, carry on, carry on (she said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (she said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
La, la la la, la la la la la
La, la la la, la la la la
Yea, keep going, keep going, keep going
Don't you give up now
Keep going, keep going, keep going
We gon' work it out
We gon' work it out, I said
We gon' make it out
We gon' make it out of here
Carry on, carry on, carry on (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on, carry on (he said)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long (we say)
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Writer: EMELI SANDE, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Concrete Rose
From the cracks of the concrete
Rose can still grow
One time, for Mackazo
Two time for the Q
God bless his soul
Now I'm a world star
God bless the zoes
See the blimp up in the sky
It say the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
See the blimp up in the skies
Oh, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
You see that blimp up in skies
The world is yours
Yea, flags up
Hands higher
Wave 'em around like a helicopter
Flags up
Put your rags higher
Wave 'em around like a helicopter
What's good
Sa kap fet
Merci bonjoir, I ain't in the faith
Back in the days under my tongue, I kept the switch blade
School face on the ground like subways
But like the King, I had a dream
Now my name on fire everywhere like hot wings
Uh, barbarian, barbaric with them bars
Toussaint Louverture is pumping through my blood
Roll that Afganistan
I ain't Hollywood but I'm La La Land
Police cuffed me took my bandana
I'm too legit to quit even when they pull the hammer
One time, free Mackazo
Two time for the Q, God bless his soul
Yeah, I'm a world star
God bless the zoes
See the blimp up in the sky
It say, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
See that blimp up in skies
Oh the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
You see that blimp up in sky
The world is yours
Flags up
Hands higher
Wave them around like a helicopter (the world is yours)
Flags up
Put your rags higher
Wave them around like a helicopter
Zoe life, no love
Haitien ou sak pase
Quoi de booké à caillet
Révolution ap boulé
Haitien mouillé
Nous répresser d'toutes cotés
Nous toujours fait parler nous, même le Nouyouv les boycottez
Nous cette si négre, négrier, un bas souffle s'résiller
Faut bien pas d'calamité, baka empêcher nous briller
Drapeau nous c'est bleu et rouge, nous ba courrir nous baka touche
Nous ba d'accord, nous band fa "woosh," nous toujours push
Nous toujours faire parler nous, faire respecter clan, nous
Une méthode de toute bataille, nous pas marcher à genoux
À votre age que nous veillez, nous sais raz beaucoi
Même les Yovs les attaqué, nous c'est pliti Papa Doc
One time, free Mackazo
Two time for the Q, God bless his soul
Yeah, I'm a world star
God bless the zoes
See the blimp up in the sky
It say, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
See that blimp up in sky
Oh, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
You see that blimp up in sky
The world is yours
Rose can still grow
One time, for Mackazo
Two time for the Q
God bless his soul
Now I'm a world star
God bless the zoes
See the blimp up in the sky
It say the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
See the blimp up in the skies
Oh, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
You see that blimp up in skies
The world is yours
Yea, flags up
Hands higher
Wave 'em around like a helicopter
Flags up
Put your rags higher
Wave 'em around like a helicopter
What's good
Sa kap fet
Merci bonjoir, I ain't in the faith
Back in the days under my tongue, I kept the switch blade
School face on the ground like subways
But like the King, I had a dream
Now my name on fire everywhere like hot wings
Uh, barbarian, barbaric with them bars
Toussaint Louverture is pumping through my blood
Roll that Afganistan
I ain't Hollywood but I'm La La Land
Police cuffed me took my bandana
I'm too legit to quit even when they pull the hammer
One time, free Mackazo
Two time for the Q, God bless his soul
Yeah, I'm a world star
God bless the zoes
See the blimp up in the sky
It say, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
See that blimp up in skies
Oh the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
You see that blimp up in sky
The world is yours
Flags up
Hands higher
Wave them around like a helicopter (the world is yours)
Flags up
Put your rags higher
Wave them around like a helicopter
Zoe life, no love
Haitien ou sak pase
Quoi de booké à caillet
Révolution ap boulé
Haitien mouillé
Nous répresser d'toutes cotés
Nous toujours fait parler nous, même le Nouyouv les boycottez
Nous cette si négre, négrier, un bas souffle s'résiller
Faut bien pas d'calamité, baka empêcher nous briller
Drapeau nous c'est bleu et rouge, nous ba courrir nous baka touche
Nous ba d'accord, nous band fa "woosh," nous toujours push
Nous toujours faire parler nous, faire respecter clan, nous
Une méthode de toute bataille, nous pas marcher à genoux
À votre age que nous veillez, nous sais raz beaucoi
Même les Yovs les attaqué, nous c'est pliti Papa Doc
One time, free Mackazo
Two time for the Q, God bless his soul
Yeah, I'm a world star
God bless the zoes
See the blimp up in the sky
It say, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
See that blimp up in sky
Oh, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
Yeah, the world is yours
You see that blimp up in sky
The world is yours
Writer: BRANDEN WASHINGTON, JEAN-LEONARD TOUT-PUISSANT, MADELINE NELSON, WYCLEF JEAN, ZOEY DOLLAZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Trapicabana
Ehh
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as you got me
We got next
We got next
I can see through your chacra, si
Your colors gotta got the good karma, si
You be taking me back to Copacabana
When I hold your hips and we salsa (yeah)
They say opposites attract
She so proper, I be talking that slang
Put my money on the street
She put her money in the bank
But if I ever need anything she never hesitate
(True)
No guns but these roses and flowers
Counting the days and hours
When we gon' be that tower
And me and you kamasutra
Clap on (yeah), clap off (yeah)
Lights out (yeah), take off (yeah)
You the real thing
Never been a knock off
Dance
I ain't got no regrets
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as you got me
We got next
We got next
Yeah, ouwe
Yeah you the baddest and yeah you the realest
Yeah I'm the flyest, you know I get litty
You stick around 'til you gave me them digits
(I get around, I get around)
And now that I got you I ferl like I'm winning
Every five days either one us tripping
Like who is that nigga or who is them bitches
Girl I ain't gonna play with you
Do not thinking of running game on you
I'm addicted to you like you a drug
I be taken by the things you do
See I like the way you rock your hair
Stylish clothes you wear, things you really do
And shorty she crazy, she all about paper
Remind me of me, she making moves
She making moves
She making moves
(Dance)
She making moves
I ain't got no regrets
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as you got me
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as you got me
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as you got me
We got next
We got next
I can see through your chacra, si
Your colors gotta got the good karma, si
You be taking me back to Copacabana
When I hold your hips and we salsa (yeah)
They say opposites attract
She so proper, I be talking that slang
Put my money on the street
She put her money in the bank
But if I ever need anything she never hesitate
(True)
No guns but these roses and flowers
Counting the days and hours
When we gon' be that tower
And me and you kamasutra
Clap on (yeah), clap off (yeah)
Lights out (yeah), take off (yeah)
You the real thing
Never been a knock off
Dance
I ain't got no regrets
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as you got me
We got next
We got next
Yeah, ouwe
Yeah you the baddest and yeah you the realest
Yeah I'm the flyest, you know I get litty
You stick around 'til you gave me them digits
(I get around, I get around)
And now that I got you I ferl like I'm winning
Every five days either one us tripping
Like who is that nigga or who is them bitches
Girl I ain't gonna play with you
Do not thinking of running game on you
I'm addicted to you like you a drug
I be taken by the things you do
See I like the way you rock your hair
Stylish clothes you wear, things you really do
And shorty she crazy, she all about paper
Remind me of me, she making moves
She making moves
She making moves
(Dance)
She making moves
I ain't got no regrets
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as you got me
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We got next
We got next
I ain't got no regrets
As long as you got me
We got next
We got next
Writer: MADELINE NELSON, THEODORE RILEY, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Thank God for the Culture
Thank God for the culture
Thank God for the culture
Thank God for the culture
Thank God for the culture
Even though I walk
Through the valley of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil
He say, what's a man to do
When I'm in the neighborhood
Where colors matter
Thank God for the culture, amen, yo
Thank God for the culture, amen, yea
If it wasn't for the culture
They probably have me doing thirty-two summers
Thank God
In 1996 they had their reasonable doubts
And then we settled the score as soon as we came out
All eyes on we, I was slim and I was killin' it
It was written that the kid would be infinite
And the beats and the rhymes gave me life
Many, many, many nights they tried to get me for my ice
Ante up, shottas on the roof
If I hit 'um up you will catch a bullet in your Goose
Words to Mr. Wallets got the naughtiest nature
No intentionS on the Pun but I don't want to be a playa
On the next episode tryna give you that prescription
Put your L's up if you could see the big picture
Let's have a toast with this Jesus wine
For those that neva see the sunshine
Thank God for the culture, yea, facts
Yea, thank God for the culture, amen, right
Yea, if it wasn't for the culture
They probably have me doing thirty-two summers
Hands up like you're saying hi to Christ
Hello, hi, hello, hi, hello, hi, hello
Thank God for the culture, amen, yo
Thank God for the culture, amen, yea
If it wasn't for the culture
They probably have me doing thirty-two summers
Thank God
Thank God for the culture
The Jiggaman set the blueprint out for us
Pioneers who paved the way and changed the game
You never seen a one-hit wonder in the hall of fame
Bad boys there's no limit to this cash money
More money, more problems, keep that fast money
You may try but die, but you know that Jesus walks, make sure you testify
'Cause you God's gift, anybody tell you different then they're ludicrous
Bring 'em T-Pain
Have you ever seen a giant with a little name
Lil' Boosie, Lil' Jon, Lil' Kim, and even Lil' Wayne
Let's take a toast, bring out the Jesus wine
For my people that won't see the sunshine
Thank God for the culture, yea, facts
Yea, thank God for the culture, amen, right
Yea, if it wasn't for the culture
They probably have me doing thirty-two summers
Hands up like you're saying hi to Christ
Hello, hi, hello, hi, hello, hi, hello
Thank God for the culture, amen, yo (Thank God for the culture)
Thank God for the culture (let's hear for the, let's do it for the, let's hear it for the)
Everybody put your hands up
I'm the only one Aretha ever loved
I'm the son of a preacher man, yah
Thank God for the culture, amen
Thank God for the culture
Thank God for the culture
Thank God for the culture
Even though I walk
Through the valley of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil
He say, what's a man to do
When I'm in the neighborhood
Where colors matter
Thank God for the culture, amen, yo
Thank God for the culture, amen, yea
If it wasn't for the culture
They probably have me doing thirty-two summers
Thank God
In 1996 they had their reasonable doubts
And then we settled the score as soon as we came out
All eyes on we, I was slim and I was killin' it
It was written that the kid would be infinite
And the beats and the rhymes gave me life
Many, many, many nights they tried to get me for my ice
Ante up, shottas on the roof
If I hit 'um up you will catch a bullet in your Goose
Words to Mr. Wallets got the naughtiest nature
No intentionS on the Pun but I don't want to be a playa
On the next episode tryna give you that prescription
Put your L's up if you could see the big picture
Let's have a toast with this Jesus wine
For those that neva see the sunshine
Thank God for the culture, yea, facts
Yea, thank God for the culture, amen, right
Yea, if it wasn't for the culture
They probably have me doing thirty-two summers
Hands up like you're saying hi to Christ
Hello, hi, hello, hi, hello, hi, hello
Thank God for the culture, amen, yo
Thank God for the culture, amen, yea
If it wasn't for the culture
They probably have me doing thirty-two summers
Thank God
Thank God for the culture
The Jiggaman set the blueprint out for us
Pioneers who paved the way and changed the game
You never seen a one-hit wonder in the hall of fame
Bad boys there's no limit to this cash money
More money, more problems, keep that fast money
You may try but die, but you know that Jesus walks, make sure you testify
'Cause you God's gift, anybody tell you different then they're ludicrous
Bring 'em T-Pain
Have you ever seen a giant with a little name
Lil' Boosie, Lil' Jon, Lil' Kim, and even Lil' Wayne
Let's take a toast, bring out the Jesus wine
For my people that won't see the sunshine
Thank God for the culture, yea, facts
Yea, thank God for the culture, amen, right
Yea, if it wasn't for the culture
They probably have me doing thirty-two summers
Hands up like you're saying hi to Christ
Hello, hi, hello, hi, hello, hi, hello
Thank God for the culture, amen, yo (Thank God for the culture)
Thank God for the culture (let's hear for the, let's do it for the, let's hear it for the)
Everybody put your hands up
I'm the only one Aretha ever loved
I'm the son of a preacher man, yah
Thank God for the culture, amen
Writer: ANTOINE DARION, JAMES PATTERSON III, MADELINE NELSON, MARCUS JAMES ALLEN MITCHELL, WYCLEF JEAN, H1DAHOOK, JAMES PATTERSON, MARX SOLVILA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Carnival III: The Fall and Rise of a Refugee is the eighth studio-album by Haitian singer-songwriter and rapper Wyclef Jean. It was released on September 15, 2017.
Performed By:
Wyclef JeanGenre(s): Hip-hop
Producer(s): Wyclef Jean, The Knocks, Supah Mario, Phillip Fender, Motiv, Cards, Sidney Swift
Released: September 15th, 2017
Year: 2017