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Wyclef Jean - The Carnival Album Lyrics



Wyclef Jean - The Carnival Lyrics






Apocalypse

[Intro:]

Yeah, I was looking out my window
when I heard this sound
look up into the sky
saw the moon turned to blood
looked at my little brother
said, "you high as hell maaan"

[Chorus:]

Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
We we y'all, yeah, we we y'all

[Verse One:]

Arrival of the Carnival
New beats, I never recycle
While your looking for samples
You might get trampled
Surprise, hey
I'm back with lightning and thunder
I heard you over saying that I was a one year wonder
You dumb or some, I went to refugees
Silly felony, when I'm done
Collect royalty from record company's
Clouds getting darker
Suns getting nearer
I'll turn a atheist into a god fearing believer
The back of a building
Your body's found by children
Playin' hide go seek
All we found was his skeleton
In the back of a car
You spawned with the wrong guard
You know my empire strikes back hard
Listen hard, war
This is the day after action
Projects, cannons
Being launched at the palace
Vision, revelation
Sky know apocalypse
Enemy pilots kamikaze into the abyss

[Chorus:]

Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
We we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yeah, we we y'all

[Verse Two:]

Aiyyo, Back on earth
The party is in the tunnel
On the west side of the river
Went mad quiver
Rats get fed to the alligator
Gun blast equivalent to the bombs in pearl harbor
Rescue choppers broke the turn to hiroshima
I'm driving to jersey to escape the terror
I was on the highway pushing a black viper
A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper (sniper)
A blue range rover, he says pull over
I didn't know he was a DT undercover
I screamed out my lungs
This is discrimination!
He tried, he said you just robbed a gas station
Who me? not me! it couldn't be
I was in the Grammys with Brandy
Didn't you see me on tv?
Bullshit, y'all all in the same game
He tried to run me off the road
Like he was Roscoe P. Coltrane
I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a show
Cause when its time to go
All i gotta press is turbo
Heard it on his walkie, road block on 280 west
Things got serious, that's when i bust a left
U-Turn, my eyes burned
My concern was a truck coming
Head on collision within a chase position
Close one, i almost went up in a blaze
Running from what appears to be a masquerade
Least that what i thought, it was all in my mind
Reality stuck when i got to the borderline
The headline reads every ghettos sad story
A rookie shoots a boy over mistaken identity...
(crash)

[Chorus repeat (2X)]
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Writer: WYCLEF JEAN, CHRISTIAN LANGLADE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
(Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!)
(And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival; Azucar!!)
[singing] Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining
[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef] Worldwide
[singing] Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] Guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[Wyclef] That was then, this is now
Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!
[singing] De donde crecen las palmas

[Wyclef Jean]
Spanish Harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie Down Bronx!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to Staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!

[Wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

[Verse One: Wyclef Jean]

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me

[Chorus:]

Guantanamera
Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]
Soy una mujer, sincera
(I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak English?
De donde crecen las palmas
(From where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
Soy una mujer, sincera
(I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
(From where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
Y antes de morir, yo quiero
(And before I die, I want to)
..
cantar mis versos del alma
(sing the verses in my heart)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!

Guantanamera
Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera

[Verse Two: Lauryn Hill]

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila Guantanamera
Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
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Writer: PETER SEEGER, JULIAN ORBON, HECTOR ANGULO, JOSE (DP) FERNANDEZ DIAZ
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY






Pablo Diablo (Interlude)

Your honor, I would like to call my first witness
To the stand.
All the way from East L.A., your honor,
Pablo Diablo.

Hey, Guantanamera.
Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime
In the bungalows of Spain, all night in the park.
Eh, you would hear your music.
It would be on the eighth floor,
But the pongos they reach up there, man!
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.

Guantanamera!

Thank you, Pablo, for nothing.
Jesus Christ, what a moron.
No further questions, your honor.
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Writer: NORMAN BERGEN, SHELLY COBURN, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Bubblegoose

[Wyclef] I go by the name of Wyclef Jean
We are the RefFugee All-Stars (one two)
We salute the soldiers around the world
[Eric C] Hell yes!
[Wyclef] This one is called bullet in your bubblegoose

{*Wyclef begins harmonizing*}

[Eric C] Mack 10!
[Kyle B] Cartman, this isn't Mack 10
[Eric C] SERIOUSLY, Mack 10!

[Wyclef Jean]
Sit right back and you'll hear a tale
of a hustler 'round my way
Who used to clock, around the block
from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

Chorus One: Wyclef + Kids (repeat 2X)

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be - at the party gettin loose
but you can catch a bullet in your 'goose

[Wyclef] Sit right back and you'll hear a tale
of a young girl around my way
[Eric C] Wesssyde!

[Wyclef Jean]
Who used to dance around the way
from where my homeboys stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night she jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in her bubblegoose

Chorus Two: Wyclef + Kids (repeat 2X)

She caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
She caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
You can be - at the party gettin loose
but you can catch a bullet in your 'goose

{*Wyclef begins harmonizing*}

[Eric C] Mack 10, you guys
[Stan M] This isn't Mack 10!

[Eric Cartman]
It IS MACK 10!!! ..
Kenny? Your family's poor Kenny!
Get up Kenny!
Kenny, you can't just die
Yeahhh, Mack 10 in the hiz-ouse you guyyys!

Chorus Two

[Kyle B] Damn that's high dude!
[Eric C] Yeah, Mack TEN!!
[Wyclef] This one for the people
[Eric C] Hell yeah!
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Writer: SALAAM REMI, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






To All The Girls

[Intro:]

Yo, Wyclef, It's time that I confess (Refugee Camp) to all the girls
(Don't do it, don't do it)
[singing] To all the girls I loved before
[rapping] To all the girls I cheated on before
[singing] To all the girls I loved before

[Verse 1]

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 ?, 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?"

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 2:]

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?"

[Repeat chorus]

[Break: (includes elements from Rapper's Delight)]

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]

[Verse 3:]

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

[Repeat chorus]

[Outro:]

I'm not a ho [repeat and dimminuendo at the same time]
(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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Writer: AL MCKAY, ALBERT HAMMOND, FELIX HAUG, HAL DAVID, KURT MALOO, MAURICE WHITE, PHILIP JAMES BAILEY, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Anything Can Happen

[Intro:]

I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
cause anything can happen at the Carnival
(Yo make room, make room, make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you, but you don't want to get embarassed
Trust me

[Chorus:]

Yo, when you're rolling to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Making love to your girlfriend, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what, anything can happen
She's sleepin wit your best friend cause anything can happen
Wh-a-at? Say what, say what, anything can happen
You roll down the block, come back with your gat
and POW, cause anything can happen

[Verse One:]

Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in the tub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Ahhh, stop, 'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements on zoom
Boom new toon, write songs in my room
Sleeping with the bride, even though I ain't the groom
Your husband assume, come back with his goons
Put me in the trunk on your way to your honeymoon
Radio my platoon, Wyclef to Sev'
'I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to Graceland
But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag of skunk

[Chorus:]

You got the skully to your face, star, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Sellin crack in the corner, man, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what anything can happen
I just got laid off, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
You don't wanna go there, cause anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen

[Verse Two:]

Aiyyo, anything can happen, you can't stop the shining
You lookin at my watch, but my mind's really the diamond
Nine to the Seven, you better off steppin
When I'm writin with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon (Ding!)
Take this lesson, to your next session
I suggest, you practice with the freshman
Sophomore, junior, then come check the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call to Donny Eina
But always stay humble went from bummy to neat
Cause money break groups up like the Five Heartbeats
Don't get souped cause you, pushin a Coupe
Next year you on foot, runnin from a lawsuit
For example, I know I'm nice, I don't front it
Least anticipated, to the most wanted
Yeah, that's me in the spotlight
With a mic and a guitar, like M.O.P., I like it raw

[Chorus:]

Yo, when you're rollin to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Every man got disciples, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Its all about survival man, anything can happen
Hah, say what, say what, anything can happen
You lookin at me wrong, man, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen

Will the Knicks win the championship this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will we find some peace of mind this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
You ready for the revolution this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will you make love with no condom this year?
No no, no no, that will never happen

The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
Where the ladies at? Put yo' hands in the air!

And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you proud, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
Fellas if you need help, use ginseng
And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you fat, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
ReFugee thugs hang at the roller rink

Roller skatin baby
Carnival (Make room, for the Carnival, make room)
And it don't, nine-seven to infinity
Rest in Peace, Rest in Peace
And the record is not over yet, the record is not over yet
It is not, the record [fades out]
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Writer: Wyclef Jean, Jerry Duplessis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Gone Til November

[Intro: (spoken)]

I dedicate this record, "The Carnival" to all you brothers takin' long
trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world, and your
girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back. She's sittin' back
in the room, the lights are off, she's cryin', and then my voice comes in
POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her for you

[Chorus: (sung)]

Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'til November
Said I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin', but girl, I can't stay
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
And give a kiss to my mother

[Verse 1: (sung)]

When I come back, there'll be no need to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother, "Go to school in September"
So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If you don't wear condom, you'll see a red lump
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC's, you got no flow
I heard your style, you're s-o s-o

[Repeat chorus]

[Verse 2: (rap)]

I had to flip nuttin' and turn it into somethin'
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I'll have a reason to hunt you down
It's only right, it's rappin' season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin' like you're top choice
Your voice, I'll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I'll commit it that I'll be back in November

[Repeat chorus]

I know the hustle's hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival
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Writer: George O'dowd, John Lennon, Jonathan Moss, Michael Craig, Paul Mccartney, Philip Pickett, Roy Hay, Wyclef Jean
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management






Words of Wisdom (Interlude)

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 f*ck
About two bits about a piss.
You're f*ckin' guilty. (Yes, yes)
Wyclef: Nobody's protected.
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Writer: NORMAN BERGEN, SHELLY COBURN, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Year Of The Dragon

[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 f*ckin' 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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Writer: JERRY DUPLESSIS, LAURYN HILL, WYCLEF JEAN, GEORGE KRANZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Sang Fezi

[Chorus]

Ki ayisien kap di'm map mache New-York san fezi
(Which haitian says i walk in New-York without a gun)
Mwen di ou messie nou menti
(I tell you man y'all lying)
Le bum yo ginbe ou yo devore ou se le ou mouri police vini
(When the bum catches you they eat you up it's when you die the police comes)
Mwen di ou messie nou menti
(I tell you man y'all lying)

Penden'm kanpe sou flatbush mwen woue on police ap vini
(While standing on flatbush i saw the a cop comin')
Li di mwen map vann drog
(He said i'm selling drug)
mwen di mon che ou menti
(I told man you're lying)
Li vin pou'l vin cheke'm mwen di mwen pa gen anyen
(He came to check me out i told him i had nothing)
Se nan yon ti bal mwen tapwal la pou' cheke on ti zen
(I was going to a party to check the 411)
Big up big up phantom mwen renmen tabou combo
(Big up big up phantom (haitian band) i like tabou combo (another band)
Se sak fe depwim nan bal la mwen mande kote moun yo
(That's if i'm in the bal i ask where's the poeple)
Timtim bwa sek mwen couri lem ouvri pot
(Timtim bwa sek (creole salute) i ran to open the door)
Nan yon cimitie pase mwen woue on tet san kok
(In a cemetery cause i saw i head without a rooster)
A b c d f g si`ou vle batay se danje
(A b c d f g) if you wanna fight it's danger
Mem si ou kon jwe foutbol denie gol lan se pou pele
(Even if could play soccer the last goal if for pele (brazilian soccer player)
Pa joure manmam, manmam se kreol
(Don't diss my mom, my mom is creole)
Fesi'm se bousol
(My gun guides me)
Kompa'm se lakol
(My direction sticks)
Original ayisieeennnn kwa de boukeeee
(Original haitian Croix-des-Bouquets (Wyclef's town)
Gen neg ki pense brooklyn'm fet ayiti'm fet kwa de bouke kwa de bouke
(Some niggers thinks i was born in brooklyn, i was in Haiti in Croix-des-Bouquets)

Tande
(Listen)

[Chorus]

Prezidan mwen pa vle prezidan ou
(President, i don't wanna be your president)
Wase mikrofon nan mwen se gouveman ou
(Give me the microphone i become your goverment)
Bon nom'm se Wyclef yo rele'm fanfan
(My real name's wyclef they call me fanfan)
Mwen gen on ti se yo rele roz salon
(I have a little sister that is called roz salon)
Mwen yon cheval ki vole chak swa
(I got a horse who flys every night)
Mwen gen cheve pwav mwen pa vle cheve soi
(I got a nappy head i don't have silky hair)
Bad boy ayisien ki soti en ayiti
(Haitian bad boy straight from Haiti)
Depui mwen gen pwoblem mwen rale ouzi
(If got a problem i pull a uzi)
Le mal lekol ameriken te kon joure'm
(When i went to school american's used to diss me)
Yo relem neg nwe yo relem ti refijie
(They called black nigger they called a little refugee)
Jan yo pale mwen woue yo pa civilise
(The way they talked i saw they where not civilised)
Jan yo pale mwen woue yo pa kon bon djie
(The way they talked i saw they didn't know god)
45 bo kotem plis mwen gen de pie kole
(45 by my side plus i got bot feet together)
si on neg teste'm mape pete de gren zie'l
(If a nigger test me i'm gonna stab his eyes)
Orijinal ayitien ki soti jerizalem
(Original haitian straight from jerusalem)
Si on neg teste'm ane sa a ou pap oue nwel
(If a nigger tests me you wont see christmas this year)

[Chorus]

Tande
(Listen)

[man's voice]
Kote moun yo mwen pa woue moun yo
(Where's the poeple i don't see the poeple)

[Lauryn]
Then you should know
That one day we are gone
So keep your head to the sky
See the path we refuse is the path we should choose
They wont take the world when you die

Ayitien tiree
(Haitian fire)

Leve le men leve le men chante chante
(Hands up hands up sing sing)

Yon bagay yo di'm fi petyon vil pa vle neg ki gen cheve pwav mwen gen cheve pwav
(They told me something girls from Petion-Ville don't want nigga's
with nappy heads well i've got a nappy head)
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Writer: ALAN PRICE, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Fresh Interlude

Yo yo, this Wyclef, alongside DJ Skribble (for the ladies)
Yo Skribble I have one question
Could you please answer this for me?
I gotta know this yo

What makes a DJ
What makes an MC
What makes the ReFugees
Why are kids getting jealous?

'Cause we F, R, E, S, H
Fresh, fresh, fresh, that's, fresh!
F, R, E, S, H
Fresh, fresh, fresh, that's, fresh!

Hey you, player, with the dibble and the dabble
You want to battle who? Wyclef or DJ Skribble
Hold the stickup it's a freestyle session
Skribble where you from man
Well I'm from Haiti, then Brooklyn, then Jersey
With a universal tag, plus I got
You slept on this musician, plus the hip-hop art
Bring your best MC's
'Cause every man got disciples if you ever want a rival
Show up, with a mic, and a rifle
Wyclef stuck the bank at mid-day
And took all of Sony money, in a black van he got away
I just got a call from Tommy Mottola
He said forget about it "oh my word"
So I held John Agrassia, at gunpoint
He's shook, callin' Donny Aiena, while smokin' a joint
I said, 'Who's the informer?' They say, 'Michael Malden'
I had to take him out "Three the hard way!"
The moral of this story don't blame the record company
If your record ain't selling you lack creativity

But what you want me to say? What what you want me to say huh?
Yo I've been trying to get a deal for, years and it ain't
What you want me to say?

"And I'll kill anyone, who dares to go against me!"
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Mona Lisa

[Introduction]
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday and if your busy, I
wouldn't mind taking Saturday.

[Wyclef Talking]
Right about now, if you are in your jeep. Please turn up your radio.
If you don't have a Jeep, and you have a little hooptie I still want
you to crank up your volume.
We want all the ladies to sit back, relax, let your hair out.
Wyclef presents the Neville Brothers in the house tonight.

[Neville's Singing]
I know a girl, she ruled my world.
Whatever I need, she supplied.
Living in paradise.
She ruled my heart, till death do we part.
(Her love was like esctasy)

[Chorus]
Atleast thats how I thought it would be.
(So Neville brothers what you telling me)
Atleast that how I thought it would be
(One question, what was her name)
Mona Lisa, you called my name.
Laid it apart but I did not respond
And you ask me what I am thinking of
In the morning I'll be gone, no more loving after dawn.
No longer we can share the love that was never there.
When the moon has lost its light.
And the stars no longer bright
And no longer can we share, the love that was never there.
(Ain't no need to cry girl. Its gonna be alright)

Girl don't you cry.
(Girl don't you cry)
Please dry your eyes
All you ever been was faithful in my life.
So I apologize
I hope the future brings us back together.
Atleast that's how I thought it would be.
Atleast that's how I thought it would be.
(Yo, neville brothers. What was her name)

[Repeat Chorus]

[Wyclef speaking]
Right about now if you are in dance, I want you to hold your girl
real tight. We got the neville brothers in the house tonight. Along
side Wyclef, you know how we do it. I want to apologize to you. I
never wrote a love song. This is my first one.
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Writer: EVANS, LIVINGSTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Street Jeopardy

[Wyclef (speaking):]
Guys, you have to be more gangster, more blood
more gun talk, more people dying, more hardcore
Enough, come on, I'm not feeling it man
More, more, man (I got you)
Alright, come with it [gunshot]

[Man:]
The million dollar question is, the million dollar question is...
S.. s.. street corner...

[Wyclef (singing):]
(this is what he said)

Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
(this is what I said)
You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh)
Meet me at the corner store
(this is what he said) (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest (this is what I said)
You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)

[Wyclef]
Not me, it could never happen to me
Professor says what you wanna do? Sell drugs or get a degree?
Looked at him and smiled with 32 gold teeth
And said what you make in a year, I make it in a week
Elementary at the time, I don't think of gettin caught
Sellin with degrees, pickups at the seaport (come on)
Once caught, you know the drill, it's military
I can't lie, it gets scary, you screamin' for your mommy (come on)
Truth or dare, beware, the game is never fair
I'm fallin and I can't get up, like a dead hare
You stare like you seen me before
Yup, you put the gat to my gut, stuck me up in the truck
And said, "Don't nothin move but the goods"
Caught an arrow in your back f*ckin wit Robin Hood

[John Forte]
This street life'll get you if the hustle don't fit you
Paranoid crews don't choose, nigga stick you
Arms and foldin macks to ya back tryin'a vick you
Belief in my crew wishin' foes never get through
And if so, Shalom, bless my soul, I'm home
I lived my life to the fullest, neighborhoods now known
A stone face is outta place when discussin B.I.
If I have a second thought, you ought not reply
I fought hot and sticky summers when the game started heatin
Competition, mega jail, and the well, who was eatin (oh well)
And every cell in the bang had a tenant
With each of them regrettin they was in it

[Wyclef (singing):]

Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns, I got guns
Meet me at the corner store (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest
You can ask, on the block, ?(what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(it's a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(money doubles for your troubles though you lose some
in the end it's all pain)

[R.O.C.]
Yeah, yeah
I got up, sunny day, hood callin my name
Strange, I feel nauseous, memories of a pine cauffin
Seemed to me that I was dreamin
I'd been struck by a crazed fan after the concert, damn
Slugs form and I hurt, hopped up, checked my physical
But the pain was all mental, I slipped into
The shower, hopped out, got dressed, hit the blocks
Swarmed with cops, mad shots, hot shells dropped
You ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door?
Before, many times, I answered back with a milli
Now what? Now give me mine
It ain't no games like B.D.P.
My 9-meter go da-da-da-da-dang-hey hey

[Wyclef (singing):]

Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns, I got guns
Meet me at the corner store (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest
You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(it's a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(money doubles for your troubles though you lose some
in the end it's all pain)
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Writer: JERRY DUPLESSIS, JOHN R FORTE, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Killer M.C. (Interlude)

[Wyclef:]
Hello, boys and girls.
Welcome to Wyclef Words of Wisdom.
I am here with an m.c. that
Everyone is scared of.
He has killed over a million
People on record and he's still
Not locked up.
Am, what is your name sir?

[Killer M.C.:] Nuhmsayin? Am...
[Wyclef:] Yeah. Basically, if you have
Killed so many people why ain't
You locked up?
[Killer M.C.:] I'm sayin' though like,
Nuhmsayin?
[Wyclef:] Yeah, exactly my point.
Don't believe the hype.
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Writer: NORMAN BERGEN, SHELLY COBURN, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Tryin To Stay Alive

[Wy-Clef Jean]

We got the Refugees All-Stars rubba dubbin' in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prizewell.
Nah mean the streets are gettin a little crazy..
Looka looka looka looka looka
looka looka looka here looka 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'd
your beat dont concern me
I'm eatin mangos in Trinadad wit attorneys (oh yea)
my crews slang flow worldwide like a current
wit da every spot where nobody get insurance
brotha do the math you aint 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

[Wy-Clef]
Refugee camp
nuts baby
John Forte
Yo watch your lady

[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
yo watch your lady
eh ah
special ill rhyme dirtycash

[Wy-Clef]
yo if you got more than
dollar in your pocket right now put your hands up

[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
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 aint in my plan to make move without the fam
I keep it intact
you Clef do the track
John play da mack while I pay the tax
business as usuall
watchin suspects
steal my assetts
get cut with gillettes
we built this concept
connect like nynex
drinks at the bar
my american express

[Wy-Clef]
yo I cook up cook up
the cop a pull up pull up
then I cuff up cuff up
you whos 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

[Wy-Clef]
hey yo John is chillin
Dirtycash dealin
what more can I say we livin
thats what we got we got it good
and since you understood
we be.......

[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
yeah
live at the carnival
97 till infinite
ha
Refugee All-Stars
cant stop the shining, cant stop the shining [2x]
you wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining [2x]
cant stop the shining, cant stop the shining
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Writer: BARRY GIBB, MAURICE GIBB, ROBIN GIBB, MICHEL SAMUEL PRAKAZREL, NEL WYCLEF JEAN, JOHN R. FORTE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group






Gunpowder

I asked my mother why do you cry
she said your brother had... he just died
Well I told him not to go outside
he said he had to fight for his country's right
But don't you know that mo-mother
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
Because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear silence
But I smell gunpowder (pow)
my brother's been dead ever since
I didn't beleive it, but when I saw him I was convinced
Two shots to the head he was already dead Lord,
I headed for revenge in the city of Port Au Prince
Screaming bro-brother
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
Because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear silence
But I smell gunpowder (Pow)
Zion's gunpowder (pow)
L.A.'s gunpowder (pow)
I wanna know why
Christians pray for a new day
we don't need no, we don't need no, we don't need no
But its still the same way
I wanna know why
ghetto people pray for a new day
hey, hey, heeey
and its still the same way
But the preacher man told me
good things come to those who wait
do good things come to those who wait?
I wanna know tell me
good things come to those who wait
do good things come to those who wait?
we wanna know, we wanna know, we wanna know [pause]
Pe-people
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear the silence
but I smell gunpowder (gunpowder)
Brooklyn's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Shaolin's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Uptown's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Jersey's gunpowder (gunpowder)
even New Zealand's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Australia's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Brixton's gunpowder (gunpowder)
even New Haven's gunpowder
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Writer: WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Enter the Carnival (Interlude)

*Tropical music playing in background*

Yo yo I want to give a shoutout to the world this is Wyclef
Cold chillin out here with my pina colada yeah baby
I'm in the islands, cold relaxin
Right about now The Carnival's gon change phases
If you got your ticket, man, you're allowed to come with me
Yo, for right now I'm gon chill at the beach
Check out the pretty girls layin back, you know how we do playa yo
I'm out here in the sun baby it's all good!
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Writer: NORMAN BERGEN, SHELLY COBURN, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Jaspora

Men sa le monde antye tap tann
Wyclef qui sot nan Fugee

Jeremie! Ayiti! Potoprens! Flatbush!
Sout fiere d'etre Haitien mache

Jaspora n'pa respecte Jaspora

Depui mwen piti, mwen te kite Ayiti
Gen sa ki al Brooklyn, gen sa ki al Miami
Poukisa Jamayken toujou di se Jamayken?
Men Ayitien, pè di li se Ayitien
Poukisa ou pè di non se Samyèl?
Poukisa sa ou pé di'w ave Israel?
Poukisa ca chak swe ou ap domi a Jezabèl?
Ou pè di fanm ayisyen oh ke yo bèl?
Fanm nou bel

Mwen respecte nou tankou
Mwen respekte zanj Gabriyèl
Men nèg dyaspora vle mennen nou nan hotel
Tombe parle anglais, vire "playboy channel"
Yo pa respecte Israel

Jaspora n' pa respecte Jaspora
Si c'est Jaspora li ye map voye' l'Americaine
Jaspora n'a pas respecte Jaspora
Si c'est Jaspora liee aswè a nap dezame'l

Jaspora ha ha, oh la men
Mape pran li jete il prizon
Map fè'l konnen kiles ki Tousen
Map fè'l konnen kiles ki Desalin
Apre sa nous mèt lage'l voyel back Brooklyn
Pou la'l jwenn manman'n kap fe manje nan kwizin
Mannan'n gade li di ti gason ou chanje
Li di mwen chanje paske se Ayitien mwen ye
Yo te ban mwen yon leson, yo te mete'm nan prison
Mwen wè dyaspora fi, dyaspora gason
Gen sa ki pap toune ape domi a pwason
Yo pedi konesans kankou yo fèt san relijyon

Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye mape voye'w bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye aswè a nap dezame'w
Le Potoprens pa respecte Jaspora

Nèg Flatbush pa respecte Jaspora
Nèg Canada pa respecte Jaspora
Nèg Miami pa respecte Jaspora

Depui mwen piti, mwen te kite Ayiti
Gen sa ki al Brooklyn, gen sa ki al Miami
Poukisa Jamayken toujou di se Jamayken?
Men Ayitien pe di li se Ayitien
Pouki sa ou pe di non se Samuèl?
Pouki sa ou pe di'w avec Israel?
Pouki sa chak swe ou ap domi a JeZabèl?
Ou pè di fanm ayisyen oh ke yo bèl?
Fanm nou bel

Mwen respecte nou tankou
Mwen respecte zanj gabriyèl
Men nèg dyaspora vle mennen noun nan hotèl
Tombe pale anglais, vire "playboy channel"
Yo n'pa respecte Israel

Jaspora n'pa respecte Jaspora

Si se Jaspora ou ye mape voyo'w bay reken

Jaspora n'a pas respecte Jaspora

Si se dyaspora ou ye aswè a nap dezame'w
Pa Kayos pa respekte dyaspora
Papa Djoume pa respekte dyaspora
Refugees pa respekte dyaspora
Nèg Florida pa respekte dyaspora
Malfini bagay yo pral fini mal,
Sou'w desrespecte natif natal
Malfini bagay yo pral fini mal
Desrespecte ayisyen ou pral kout fistibal
Jaspora n'pa respecte Jaspora
Si se Jaspora ou ye mape voy o bay reken
Jaspora n'pa respecte Jaspora
Si se Jaspora ou ye aswè a nap dezame'w
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Writer: JEAN, MARLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Yele

[Tropical music playing in background]

[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!

Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays en li va coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Si nou pas cheche bon djie, encore !
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael cheche bon djie, tande !

Dix milles cercueils, gade toutes c'est ti-mounes.
Pe ap crie, mais yo pap resucite.
Manman rele, mais cadav, pas ka tande !
Zinglin dou passe, mwen tande (Blo ! Blo ! Blo! Blo !)

[Lord:]

Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou li val coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Haitiens ! cheche bon djie, encore!
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael cheche bon djie.

Mwen con yon Haitien.
Qui tap vend Marijuana.
Police te quinbel,
Li dit c'est poutet manman te gin cance ( li pas gin l'agent!)
Counya li nan prison, (pou combien temps?)
Lap palem de revolution (sans solutions!)
Mais police yo te passe,
Mwen te tande ( Blo! Blo! Blo! Blo! )

[Lord:]

Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou lipral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Mysie! Suspend tire! Encore:
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Haitiens cheche bon djie.

Depuis mwen petit mwen te con lit Genese,
Mwen boxe avec Satan quand coum boxe ak Djialese.
Mais gin de le! L'esprit mwen faible.
Mwen dit pouki ca politiciens yo fumin zebes?
Tande, map attake nom ou quand cou yon dette, pouki ca?
Pace ou pas con fait bons ?uvres.
Mwen con yon politicien yo rele maleb,
Male avec ou si ou teste caleb.
Loup-garou yo va mange ou cancou yo mange de leb.
Rigoise nan bouda ou cancou cheval kap prend fret.
Tande, mem nan l'eglise ou prend fret, pouki ca?
Politiciens pas vle tande prete:

Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande
Qui l'heu, ca bral change !

Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande,
Qui l'heu ca bral change!

Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou lipral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Si nou pas cheche bon djie, encore:
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael, cheche bon djie. Encore:

Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande,
Qui l'heu ca bral change !
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






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Wyclef Jean Presents The Carnival, also known simply as The Carnival, is the debut studio album released by Haitian hip hop musician Wyclef Jean. The album was released on 24 June 1997. Wyclef Jean also served as the album's executive producer. The album features guest appearances from Celia Cruz and The Neville Brothers and multiple appearances from Jean's former Fugees bandmates, Lauryn Hill and Pras.

The album was released to critical acclaim. While commercially it peaked at number sixteen on the US Billboard 200 chart, and at number four on the US Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart, it garnered Jean three Grammy Award nominations, including two nominations at the 40th Annual Grammy Awards, for Best Rap Album and Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group for "Guantanamera", and Best Rap Solo Performance at the 41st Grammy Awards in 1999, for his top-ten hit "Gone till November".
Performed By: Wyclef Jean
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Wyclef Jean, Jerry Wonda
Released: June 24th, 1997
Year: 1997

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