Intro:
When I was young,
Mama played a guitar
A microphone and
she said I'd go far
She said, "Just
keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
and get up, I'm on the corner with my...
Hey kids, gather
around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story
to tell, heeeeeeere we go
Chorus:
Sit right back
and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the
block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows
bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet
in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet
in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet
in his bubblegoose
You can be at
the party gettin' loose
But you can catch
a bullet in your bubblegoose
Verse 1:
Hey yo, hey yo,
my pen's in my hand, what should I write next? Oh yeah, and if you don't
know, success brings stress I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from
Jeff The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the
deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad
news"
Yo, by the tone
of his voice, I heard the ill street blues "The friends will make you,
then too can break you They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"
"Who?"
"You know the
character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" "Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin'
you"
"Hey yo, your
cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to sell
bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his
hand in the back of Binnigans..." "What?"
"In a plastic
bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and
a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by
the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the
funeral, you gotta play the harp" Yo, why they wanna start and make me
play my part?
Don't they know
like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's
gotta be a joke Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-omeone
blew the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise,
it was my sis, Melky Sedeck
Repeat chorus
Verse 2:
You're shootin'
in the opposite position
I'm thiniin',
"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition On your wig transition?"
My mission, like
Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed
mugs got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face,
I see the fear in your eyes
You wanna feel
the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised Shalom, shalom, pardon my
left
But my right hand's
on your throat, massaging you to death You provoke the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin'
in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel,
your blood will turn purple
Like the colour,
you holler, ballin' for your mother
No-one hears you
even though you knock
You used to walk
around the block with the daily rock
Things done changed
since your spark got hot
Now you got your
knot wocked with your very own glock
Chorus 2:
Sit right back
and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the
block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows
bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet
in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet
in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet
in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha
girl gettin' loose
But you can catch
a bullet in your goose
He caught a bullet
in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet
in his bubblegoose
You can be at
the party gettin' loose
But you can catch
a bullet in your goose
© Wyclef Jean 1997 Extrait de l'album "The Carnival".