[The Rock]
Yo this is the
Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout
to smell what the Rock is cookin'
[Wyclef Jean](The
Rock)
Yo this is strictly
a club record
Dedicated to everybody
who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X
was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired
bouncers would not let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's
in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket
full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
I just won the
bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't
sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the
hood and they take everything you wearin
Back in the days
it was all about the clubs
And the so-called
thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they
wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought
'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to
stand outside
Hustlin my way
in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin
tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy
he be the selector
(Someone jump
the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees
and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like
Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for
me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey,
but I could be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or
Ivory" into my Jacuzzi
Foundation like
Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't
skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin'
too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!)
[Wyclef](The Rock)
I got fifty Bentley's
in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket
full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
What? I just won
the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Yo cause if you
ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the
hood and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just
bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter
you just bought a fresh Bentley!)
[Wyclef](Melky
Sedeck)
How many of y'all
ever been to a barbecue
And you always
got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you
how the old dances go
And they start
it off like this
Electric slide
on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like
Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until
the IRS raids it
Drug money get
converted into music
The dope man becomes
an entertainer
Leave that crack
alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger
and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit?
Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd
will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it
in the air, the smell is funk
{*cough cough*}
Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you in so
much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must
really love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall
Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she
said a little too much conversation
Think she want
to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded
with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you
a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it
straight huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass
the size of South America
She said ain't
you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky
Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you
come from?
I was raised in
Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem
yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch
it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib
when we opened the door
Her man was on
the bottle waiting for her with the 44
[Wyclef](The Rock)
Now what it look
like, it ain't really that
(It doesn't matter!)
So he cocked the
gat at my top hat
(It doesn't matter!)
Are you crazy?
You was married!
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't
sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your
hood and they take everything you wearin
Yeah that's when
shorty walked up to her man
And she said I
gotta go I can't be here no more
And she said this
[Melky Sedeck]
Take me home,
to the place
I belong at the
Refugee Camp
And the Booga
basement
That's where I
live, oh
Come on
Yo Rock I sold
like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter
how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with
you, yo check it out
You wanna go get
diamond rings?
(It doesn't matter
if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen, listen
I just got two
new Grammy's man
(It doesn't matter
about your Grammy's!)
It doesn't matter
©
Wyclef Jean 1997 Extrait de l'album "The Ecleftic".
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