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Wyclef Jean – Year Of The Dragon

Featuring Lauryn Hill

Intro:
(sirens) Yo yes yes yo. Lock your door. Die die die (x6)

Wyclef:
I remember comin’ from Hati growin’ up in Brooklyn
On Flat Bush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom move to Jersey so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good time found myself like Jimmy Walker sayin’ “Cello”

Lauryn:
Yellow cheese bus gettin’ beatings if I cuss
Lay away another day in stripped Lees and letegrays
But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop
Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets

Wyclef:
I use to push up on a girl Salt ‘N’ Peppa Push It Push It
D’s in school cause the music was my focus
Jokes in class but when I learned I didn’t pass
I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells

Lauryn:
As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic
Towanna Balley’s rape is alleged
Hang out in hooky places watch streets corners turn to oasis
Young men aspire to be Scarfaces

Hook:
In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear
Quiet as it’s kept they won’t be around next year

Wyclef talking:
Yo yo watch out for the black van. Yo yo (last days last days) planes
Exploding yo close your door yo nobody’s safe. Halloween. October 31. Yo
Close your
Door yo kids are disappearing. Yo

Wyclef:
Late at night the light was bright on the ave

I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became a fiend fuckin’ little Raheim
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he’s murdering by any means
The day came I saw him on the train
He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane
I saw civilians runnin’ for their life
Like the devil on judgement night running from Christ
Ice and Armarretto please as I fell to my knees
Being shot by Fergusin the vigilante

Hook

Wyclef talking:
So CNN nawhatI’msayin? Fergusin is at court and he’s his own lawyer
Youknowmean what’s goin’ on. Talk to me. This is definatly the last days.
Jewish calendar has already arrived the year 2000. Watch ya back watch ya
Back watch ya back DIE DIE DIE DIE

Lauryn:
Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew
Use to be a dime now she’s strung out in Bellevue
See the serpent played tricks run game like the Knicks
Build you up just to lose the championship.
I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that Simple
She lost her Prince cause there were Thieves In the Temple
Tragic depression made her lose all her teeth
Lost and turned out gave her body to the streets
Sweet Mary don’t you weep
Still water runs deep
So be carful of the company you keep

Hook

Wyclef talking:
Yo I’m frustrated youknowhatI’mean? Use to work at McDonalds just got
Fired.
If I get in I’m sprayin’ everybody the boss the manager yo these are
Definatly the last days. Yo here he comes with his gun yo duck duck. Black
Panther yo nobody’s protected. Yo 6-6-6 watch your back don’t get caught in
The rapture yo AIDS, Moses the plaque watch your back. Pharoh let my people
Go.
Yo watch your back. Last days. Last days. Nobody’s protected. Yo my little
Sister is Rosey Sharen. Yo yo nobody’s protected. Not even Rosey Sharen.
Nobody’s protected. Yo you come try to get my sister I’m a get you first.
I’m a be driving a hearse. Cause nobody’s protected.

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Wyclef Jean – Tryin’ To Stay Alive

Featuring John Forte

(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 chillin
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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Wyclef Jean – 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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Wyclef Jean – The Streets Are Like A Jungle

[Wyclef]
One, two…
One, two-One,two…
Yo!

(Chorus)
Hey yo! The Streets Are Like A Jungle
I’m countin’ money in the jungle
Hey yo! The Streets Are Like A jungle
Guns go off in the jungle

[Wyclef - Verse One]
I tip my derby like Zorro
Ain’t no such things as war heroes
Frontline planes fly by, like the sparrow (BLAOW!)
My face hits the dirt, flashbacks of Vietnam
Remind me of the L.A. riots, when it was on
Fire hits the street, neon lights are bright
My tank cuts the corner, enemies take flight (That’s right!)
Make no mistake, you can’t have this cake it took too long to bake
And you can’t carry this weight, so move on
These are the words of the elders
Babysitters got caught with cocaine in a baby’s diapers
Explain that, in the form of a rap
She got caught with vals, A-CRACK-A-LACK-A-LACK!!!
Now I’m upset, I get back to the projects
First one I blast was a usual suspect, a fiend
In the alley, named Ricky
Talked to a Det. rookie, gave him the info
About the paliquo, and where he gotta go

All he want in return is a Sony stereo

[Chorus 1x]

[Wyclef - Verse Two]
Hey yo my mind is my business so I’m…
Minding my own, in the club ’til this girl said,
“Let me see your telephone”
I passed her my celly
She called her girl Mary
And said that she just broke up with her nigga out in D.C.
She needs a new honey, in the city she gets lonely
I finally figured out her man’s locked up in a penatentary
So tell me, what should I do when she gets off the phone?
The devil said, “Clef, take her ass home!”
God says, “Repect her, her man’s in the pen”
This kid pushed me from behind, “Yo, why you fuckin’ with my woman?!!!”
Then his girl looked at me, she winked! I blinked!
Now he’s coming up to me with the gorilla instinct
Aww, cool-n-shit! I’m sittin’ here eatin’ shrimp
Besides, I would hate for you to be a missing link
He said, “Son, do you know who I am?! I’m no man, but one man
Who? The son of Sam!”
I said you’ve got this wrong, I never sung your girl a love song
He drew for his weapon, there’s no more conversation
Cock!Cock!Cock!Cock!Cock!Cock! He released!
Then breathe, His aim went off balance
The music got tense
That’s when I knew I was in trouble! The street is like a jungle!
I jumped behind the bar, but caught two in the ankle! POW! (Echo)

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Wyclef Jean – New Day

What we gon’ do right now is go back, way back
Bring in the groove

I wanna dedicate this to those who never made it
>From kindergarten to the 12th I never graduated
Yo but college wasn’t for some of us
So we joined the service
I seen a kid get murdered in Nam listening to Elvis
But on the out looking in
Things stay the same
But at the same vein
Looking out the whole world’s changed
So keep your head up
Don’t get caught up in the fast bucks
And find your mom crying while your lying in a black tux
Trust me

We don’t need no education says a young man
Sitting in class (sitting in class)
School is out 3 o’clock on the dot
He had beef with some kids and he got shot, oh Lord

Turn on the television
I’m watching Martin Luther King who had a dream, oh
So take this dream and apply it to your life
Even though we know the ghetto’s rough
But we got to

1 – Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day will come
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And look towards the sun
(Look towards the sun)
Even when the darkness shall come

(Ooh) It’s real son
(Ooh) To my people living Life it’s real son

I turn the page

What’s the news today
People getting fired, walking on a wire
Looting on the streets cause the kid’s gotta eat
Oh, oh turn around and look at the hour glass
I gotta get it straight
Before it’s too late
Cause I don’t wanna be behind that gates

Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day will come
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And look towards the sun
Even when the darkness shall come

2 – All my people in the back
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
(Didn’t ya)
I wanna take this time to thank you
For giving me life, oh yeah
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
(Didn’t ya)
I wanna take this time to thank you
Even though I’m doing Life
Alright

(Ooh) It’s real son, alright
(Ooh) Can’t flee
(Ooh)All my people doing time
(Ooh)People in the back playing cards
(Ooh)Don’t lose your money yeah
Yeah tell them don’t lose your money, c’mon, c’mon

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

(Ooh) For my people doing time (alright)
(Ooh) For my people doing time (alright)

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Wyclef Jean – Mona Lisa

Featuring Neville Brothers

(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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Wyclef Jean – Imagino

Featuring ReFugee All-Stars

1997 (Mille neuf cent quatre vingt dix sept)
Pour l’an 2.000 (Deux mille)
Refugiers, Soldats
En avant, en avant, en avant

En avant
Pour les gens qui vivent dans le ghetto
L’imagination
OUI, OUI y’all

[CHORUS:]
Imagino..
Un, deux : Un monde uni et sans frontiere
Imagino..
Trois, quatre : La paix au lieu de la guerre
Imagino..
Cinq, six : Les gens vivant centenaire
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all
Oui, oui y’all

Pour les gens qui vivent dans le ghetto, bravo
Moi au micro, je n’oublie jamais Soweto
Ou on joue style au micro ??? Comme un loto
Pitie pour les refugiers victimes de l’embargo
Qui s’embarquent sans photo
Gros bateau
Ou la mort est le cadeau
Comme a dit “Semayo”
Ceux qui emmigrent, repartent a zero
Se defendent avec ouzi ou meme d’un couteau
C’est une realité qui arrive a l’apio
Une partie des groupes ??? les gens ???
C’est peut etre rigolo pour les gens qui habitent un chateau
Mais c’est une realite quand t’as pas d’Alpha Romeo
Imagino..Oui, oui y’all
Oui, oui y’all
Oui, oui y’all..

[CHORUS:]
Imagino..
1 2 : Un monde uni et sans frontiere
Imagino..
3 4 : La paix au lieu de la guerre
Imagino..
5 6 : Les gens vivant centenaire
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui

Wiclef Jean : Rappeur, informateur, tricheur
Fils de pasteur, animateur, acteur pour le public
Quand 10.000 (dix mille) personne se retrouvent au Zenith
A quoi bon gagner le monde si c’est pour perdre mon esprit

Mieux vaut pauvrete que l’enfer infini
Si vous etes d’accord, venez le voir
Sinon, allez voir “Juda”
Les disciples du Congo, comme les gens du ghetto
Tous font parties des conflits mondiaux
C’est peut etre rigolo pour les gens qui vivent en chateau
Mais c’est une realite quand t’as pas d’Alpha Romeo

Imagino..Oui, oui y’all
Oui, oui y’all
Oui, oui y’all..oui

Dedicace a tout ceux qui sont partis
Comme Jerusalem je t’aime, Alpha Blondy
Quand je marche dans la vallee de la mort
Je ne craint aucun mal car tu es avec moi

La surpopulation,
Mauvaise situation
Si l’on va changer,
La terre va exploser

Elle va faire un afractus,
Comme l’a predit Nostradamus
C’est notre destinee
Maintenant les des sont jetes
La ??? de ??? vient du ciel et les victimes sont des enfants
Les enfants de la guerre victimes des gouvernements
C’est peut etre rigolo pour les gens qui vivent en chateau
Mais c’est une realite quand t’as pas d’Alpha Romeo

Imagino..Oui, oui y’all
Oui, oui y’all
Oui, oui y’all
Oui, oui y’all

Imagino..
1 2 : Un monde uni et sans frontiere
Imagino..
3 4 : La paix au lieu de la guerre
Imagino..
5 6 : Les gens vivant centenaire
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui

1804 (Mille huit cent quatre), Je suis content!

Imagino..
1 2 : Un monde uni et sans frontiere
Imagino..
3 4 : Pour les gens qui vivent dans le ghetto
Imagino..
5 6 : Les gens vivant centenaire
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui
Oui, oui y’all oui

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Wyclef Jean – 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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Wyclef Jean – Guantanamera

Featuring Lauryn Hill

{S} indicates the actual words in spanish
{T} indicates the translation into english


{S} Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
{T} (Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
{S} Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!)
{T} (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]
{S} Soy una mujer, sincera
{T} (I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak English?
{S} De donde crecen las palmas
{T} (From where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
{S} Soy una mujer, sincera
{T} (I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
{S} De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
{T} (From where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
{S} Y antes de morir, yo quiero
{T} (And before I die, I want to)
..
{S} cantar mis versos del alma
{T} (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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Wyclef Jean – 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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