Wyclef Jean Hollyhood To Hollywood

[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 limo’s thinkin is his ass really gifted

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 a shot in Vietnam

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

Adrenaline’s givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in

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…

Wyclef Jean Heaven’s In New York

If it was my last day on earth

I’d treat it like my first

go out the way I came in

so innocent so pure with no thoughts of insecurity

Live life to the fullest be what I wanna be

Last day on earth I tell my momma don’t cry I’ll see my daddy in paradise

Where the blind can see, the mute can talk, the crippled can walk

but for now Heaven’s in New York

Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh oh Heavens in New York oh oh oh oh

First thing I’d do is go back in time take the twin towers, put it back in the skyline

Tell my girl two wrongs still don’t make a right

Make love for the last time under the candlelight

Pick up my hommies at the gentleman club after that hit

Club and Reminisce about the High School Days

Man I sucked as a quarterback remember getting sacked man almost broke my back yeah

If it was my last day on earth

I’d treat it like my first

go out the way I came in

so innocent so pure with no thoughts of insecurity

Live life to the fullest be what I wanna be

Last day on earth I tell my girl don’t cry I’m with my daddy in paradise

Where the blind can see, the mute can talk, the crippled can walk

but for now Heaven’s in New York

Oh oh oh oh oh

Heaven’s In New York oh oh oh oh oh

I tell the man get the people a tax break

kids stop shootin I cant sing in no more ways

I cant take the money with me so I caught a movie

Favorite actress Angelina Jolie

Favorite Singer has to be Marley

Turn Up the Bass

and move to his styling’s

cant leave without reading my daughter a bedtime story the heavens is calling

If it was my last day on earth

I’d treat it like my first

go out the way I came in

so innocent so pure with no thoughts of insecurity

Live life to the fullest be what I want to be

Last day on earth I tell my Homies don’t cry I’m with my daddy in paradise

Where the blind can see, the mute can talk, the crippled can walk

but for now

Heaven’s in New York

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Heavens in New York

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Welcome to New York City

Even though I walk through the Valley of Shadow of Death I fear No evil

For you are with me so tell my loves ones please don’t cry

Cause if doves can fly so can I

If it was my last day on earth

I’d treat it like my first

go out the way I came in

so innocent so pure with no thoughts of insecurity

Live life to the fullest be what I want to be

Last day on earth I tell my Homies don’t cry I’m with my dad in paradise

Where the blind can see, the mute can talk, the crippled can walk

but for now

Heaven’s in New York

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Heavens in New York

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Even though I walk through the Valley of Shadow of Death I fear

No evil for you are with me so

tell my loves ones please don’t cry

Cause if doves can fly so can I

If it was my last day on earth

I’d treat it like my first

go out the way I came in

so innocent so pure with no thoughts of insecurity

Live life to the fullest be what I want to be

Last day on earth I tell my Homies don’t cry I’m with my daddy in paradise

Where the blind can see, the mute can talk, the crippled can walk

but for now Heaven’s in New York

Where the blind can see, the mute can talk, the crippled can walk

but for now

Heaven’s in New York

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Heavens in New York

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Heavens in New York

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Heavens in New York

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Welcome To

New York City … Heaven’s In New York City

Wyclef Jean Killer M.C.

[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.

Wyclef Jean Ghetto Racine

Haiti, I wanna welcome yall to West Indian day Parade (Sak pase)

This is my Carabanner, The PJ’s Remix IN CREOLE let’s Go!!

Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo (Kenbe zam nou)

Fok nout reprezante pou moun poooo (Pa tire Pa tire)

Paske si se pat pou moun poo

Nou pa tap janm konnen Wyclef

Mwen pa sou bo no

Mwen pa sou bo sud

Mwen pa sou bo les

Mwen pa sou Bo wes

Msou bo bel dam yo

Neg ki gen zam yo

Neg ki sere Bob Marley nan choset yo

Le police kenbe yo yo tire yo

Le imigrasyon pran yo yo depote yo

Neg kwa des bouke yo

Neg kap fe grimo

Yo di yo fe gri paske peyi pa gen lajan o

Peyi pa gen Lajan Kanaval Chak ane o

Lajan pou kanaval fok gen lajan pou manje o

Respekte bon dye oo

Domi avek Kwa sa oo

32 degre men mwen kay on mason o

Leternel est mon Bergee je ne make rien o

Menm si mkenbew nan foul la map epike ou avek kouto (anko)

(Poukisa)Pase nou pa respekte ble e te

Nou te fet nan ghetto kounyen kaynou gen elevator

Mezanmi Brooklyn bloke mezanmi gade li bloke

Canada Bloke mezanmi gade li bloke

Miami bloke mezanmi gade li bloke

Haiti bloke mezanmi gade li bloke

Ghetto mwen te fet nan ghetto

Fok mwen reprezant pou moun po

Pase si se pat pou moun po

Nou pa tanp janm konnen wyclef

Gade nan kwadebouke yo gen on nouvo zam yo rele Nou Pa care

Koman yo rele zam sa Nou pa care

Li tiye manman papa fre avek se

Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa ke

Mwen di zam yo yap voyew nan lanfe

Zam lan di msye met pase li gen tan vizite lisife

Oh gade mysye kape rale zam li

Zam la pa menm bon pou di bonswa ak jesus

Pase Le wap rale se le sa nap tire

Le wap pale se kadav ou nap gade (anh anh anh)

Gwo gason nou pral antere o fon

Si se JAMES BOND ou ye aswe a nap touye espyon

Nou gen on nouvo zam yo rele nou pa care

Koman yo rele zam sa nou pa care

li tiye manman papa fre avek se

Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa care

Vyolans nou pa vle mezanmi (nou pa vlel)

Foul la avanse mezanmi (Avansel)

Sivouple pinga pouse mezanmi (pinga nou pouse)

Siveye Lougawou yo aswe a yo anvi vole

Lase mwen pap janm bliye lase

Mwen te fet kwadesbouke

Paske si se pat pou AYITI

Nou patap janm konnen Wyclef

Leve men nou si no soti nan GHETTO

Kote dread lox yo ki te genyen AFRO

Kote ayisyen yo ki renmen manje Mango

Kote timoun piti yo kap jwe LAGO

Depi yo we Wyclef yo gen satisfaksyon

Yo renmen mesye a ki gen 12 televizyon

Mezanmi Playstation DVD li nan dwe nan jem

Le POLICE kenbe mwen se machin mwen yo vle gade

Gade on ayisyen ki soti an ayiti

Lem jwe Las Vegas yo relem Elvis Presley

Oh Oh yo banm on body guard ki soti an Italy

Men nou konnen wyclef pa janm mache san fizi

Mezanmi si li fe nwa map tire sou la lune

Paske nou konnen Wyclef Jean se Jean-Jacques Dessalines

Timoun nan ghetto pinga nou chanje channel

Bondye ap pwoteje nou kankou li pwoteje Danniel

Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze

Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze

Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze

Men gade miray e yo pa kraze

Mezanmi Ghetto nou te fet nan ghetto

Fok nou reprezante pou moun po

Paske si se pat pou moun po

Nou pa tap janm konnen Jerall

Mezanmi leve drapo nou mezanmi pi wo pi wo

Respekte refije yo pi wo pi wo

Nou konnen nou se MVP pi wo pi wo

Respekte rasin lan pi wo pi wo

MVP rasin,Bagay yo pral kontinye

Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze

Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze

Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze

Men gade miray e yo pa kraze

Woy woy woy back up back up

Jeriko Miray la kraze [10x]

Met yo di siw te la,laj pa tap mouri… enben kotel ye?

Laj sa, Leve nan tomb la [until fade]

Wyclef Jean 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 [cut and scratched] “fresh”

What makes an MC [cut and scratch] “fresh”

What makes the ReFugees [scratch] “fresh”

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 wanna battle who? Wyclef or DJ Skribble

Hold the stickup it’s a freestyle session

Skribble where you from man [scratched] “Long Island”

Well I’m from Haiti, then Brooklyn, then Jersey

with a universal tag, plus I got [scratched] “money in the bag”

You slept on this musician, plus the hip-hop art

Bring your best MC’s [scratched] “What?”

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?

[cut and scratched] “hehehehehehe”

[cut and scratched] “ju-ju-just shut up”

[cut and scratched] “Bite it!”

[mix the above three]

“And I’ll kill anyone, who dares to go against me!”