Wyclef Jean Lyrics
Wyclef Jean Lyrics
"Hollywood to Hollywood Lyrics"
Hater Players Lyrics
[Talib Kweli] Yes.. Every day somebody ask me where all the real MC's is at? They underground There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit Yaknowwhat'msayin? Bringin them raw skills YaknowwhatI'm sayin? Really, to me.. It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky These niggas suck like hickies and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors Like a river how I run thro
[Talib Kweli] Yes.. Every day somebody ask me where all the real MC's is at? They underground There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit Yaknowwhat'msayin? Bringin them raw skills YaknowwhatI'm sayin? Really, to me.. It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky These niggas suck like hickies and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors Like a river how I run thro
(feat. Small World)
[Small World]
Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?
(The ride, the ride)
Yes black, where's my jewels at?
(Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...)
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's
It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE!
That cemetery gear (California, California)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Wyclef Jean]
True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin in and out of l
Choose Your Death Lyrics
Enclosed into my cage to satisfy emotions Many times had passed a process to erosion Descending to the cellar my bride "death" tolls the hour Face your brutal fellow, it's time for no tomorrow [Chorus] Future! - Summons image of life For the past! - I spread the wings of dying ... and choose your death Torment of the lash, looses the ties of blood Sweetest dream realized, my deals front your God Repulsions of conception, psychoactive evolution I gain your last dishonour, burst the sound o
imo's thinkin is his ass really giftedEnclosed into my cage to satisfy emotions Many times had passed a process to erosion Descending to the cellar my bride "death" tolls the hour Face your brutal fellow, it's time for no tomorrow [Chorus] Future! - Summons image of life For the past! - I spread the wings of dying ... and choose your death Torment of the lash, looses the ties of blood Sweetest dream realized, my deals front your God Repulsions of conception, psychoactive evolution I gain your last dishonour, burst the sound o
The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze"
Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD
They hoppin, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome
("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
He a rap artist
("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
And come to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust
Make U High Lyrics
Intro: I'm gonna make u high, high When you're feeling low, low Show you all the joy, joy You've never seen And then we do it right, right Lovin' you in slow mo This is what you get If you're gonna be with me I'm gonna make you high, high When you're feeling low, low Verse 1: Hey boy, I've been watching you Been thinking of What we could do And now I know you can feel it too We're gonna come together every night And hey you, come on over here I surely feel The time is near
a shot in VietnamIntro: I'm gonna make u high, high When you're feeling low, low Show you all the joy, joy You've never seen And then we do it right, right Lovin' you in slow mo This is what you get If you're gonna be with me I'm gonna make you high, high When you're feeling low, low Verse 1: Hey boy, I've been watching you Been thinking of What we could do And now I know you can feel it too We're gonna come together every night And hey you, come on over here I surely feel The time is near
Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Small World]
Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have slipped through
while I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been
cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenali
Next Up Lyrics
[ 60 Second Assassin ] I traveled so far Im chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar New era, bust em like reign terror So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and measured The inevitable, beyond the ever so, this deadly technical Scribes get revised in the time before celestial No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight Take light, through the crypts at night Spark pathetic brains and meteorite Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder As lightning strikes snakes out from under Cloudy men
ne's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in[ 60 Second Assassin ] I traveled so far Im chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar New era, bust em like reign terror So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and measured The inevitable, beyond the ever so, this deadly technical Scribes get revised in the time before celestial No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight Take light, through the crypts at night Spark pathetic brains and meteorite Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder As lightning strikes snakes out from under Cloudy men
You never knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing
The real is missing but the fraud is evident
ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn Paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick snatch
If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Outro: Wyclef Jean]
Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight
Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight
Colours, put away your colours whoa, colours...