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Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean


Background information
Born October 17, 1969
Born place Croix-des-Bouquets, Haiti
Origin Newark, New Jersey, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Reggae
R&B
Folk
Bachata
Years active 1992—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Koch Entertainment
J Records
Ruffhouse Records
Associated acts Shakira
Lauryn Hill
The Fugees
Elephant Man
Website Website



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Wyclef Jean Album


The Preacher's Son (10/07/2003)
10/07/2003
1.
Intro (The Preacher's Son) (instrumental)
2.
3.
Party To Damascus (feat. Missy Elliott)
4.
Celebrate (feat. Cassidy and Patti LaBelle)
5.
Baby Daddy (feat. Redman)
6.
Three Nights In Rio (feat. Carlos Santana)
7.
Class Reunion (feat. Monica)
8.
9.
I Am Your Doctor (feat. Wayne Wonder and Elephant Man)
10.
Linda (feat. Carl Restivo)
11.
Take Me As I Am (feat. Sharissa)
12.
13.
Next Generation (feat. Rah Digga and Scarface)
14.
Rebel Music (feat. Prodigy)
15.
Who Gave The Order (feat. Buju Banton)
16.
Party By The Sea (feat. Buju Banton and T-Vice)
17.
Party To Damascus (Remix) (feat. Missy Elliott)
. . .

Intro (The Preacher's Son)

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Intro]
Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music
Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today
Preacher's son, yeah

[Verse 1]
Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot
And they both still were rulers of hip hop
And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college
And Big L never got found in the alley
Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies
Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with Eminem
And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim
And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up
I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up
And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray
Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)

[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother's cry
Death since rise, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see
What we see is reality
The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
Soon they won't live to see tomorrow

[Verse 2]
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive
I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad
Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's Child
And TLC never lost they Left Eye
Imagine Refugees never needin a passport
And John Forte never at Newark Airport
Million Man March, man, that was a start
Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park
When the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this
Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!)

[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother's cry
Death since rise, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see
What we see is reality
The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
Soon they won't live to see tomorrow

[Verse 3]
In the club never though Shyne shot the gun
But in the limosine JLO had to run
Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror
That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana
Back and forth and forth and back
Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her
The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox
Murder INC, G- Unit it's a fight to the top
Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah
While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die

[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother's cry
Death since rise, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see
What we see is reality
The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
Soon they won't live to see tomorrow

[Outro]
Yeah, peace be with y'all

. . .


(feat. Missy Elliott)

[Wyclef Jean (Missy Elliott)]
Brrrr, Yeah,(ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah)
it's over, uh huh (that's right)
Missy With The Preachers Son, uh huh (ok)
It's over (ok), I told ya (yeah)
J-CLEF, let's go (ew, WOO)
Brrrrr

[Missy Elliott - talking]
(uh oh)
Yeah, hey yo Clef (oh)
Uh oh, these motherfuckers ain't ready for this shit (hey)

[Missy Elliott]
Me and Clef on this track what you want
Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't
Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk (huh)
Sound like gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk (c'mon)
I drink that Dom Perignon (oh)
I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh)
I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned (yeah)
I got them gunshots, head knock 'til my bed stop

[Wyclef Jean]
Hey, I'm from a place called New Jersey, they call it the New Jersey land
I'm only here for one night girl, I'm on the plane tomorrow
But I love the way you move girl and do that belly dancin
So let's play you're my teacher and won't you give me my first lesson (C'MON)

[Break - Missy Elliott]
I teach you what you want (oh yeah)
The things you need to know (oh yeah)
Come in and shut the door (yeah)
Lets get this party goin (uh huh)
Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs (oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon)

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
In the mornin, in the evenin
In the nighttime, gotta have it
It's a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin another language
[Female voice: Bo, Habibbi, Nishtage'a - 2X]
It's official raise your glasses
Cause this party gonna go to Damascus

[Wyclef Jean]
Yeah, she said her dad's in the Army and he's the number one sniper
And if he ever found out, he'd have me swimmin with the fishes in the water
Now I'ma say somethin crazy girl, I love you
I know we meetin for the first time in the club, but this feels like a deja vu

[Break - w/ ad libs]

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Interlude - Wyclef Jean - 2X]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it

[Missy Elliott]
W-Y to the Clef (c'mon)
Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest (yeah)
"Milk does your body good," come on take a sip
Like [3 slurping noises], it taste good don't it
You's a fine dreadlock, come on get
How many times Missy crushed the very best?
How many bombs on my summer, Funk Flex? (uh)
As many times as Teddy Reilly said "yep, yep"
Did you get it?
I stays on your mind like a fitted (uh)
Like diddy itmake you walk for cheesecakes to the city? (woo)
Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain't nothin pretty (uh)
Me and Clef steppin to the mic to get busy (c'mon)

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliott - talking]
(uh oh) Yeah, hey yo Clef
(uh oh) Uh oh

[Wyclef Jean - talking]
What's up Missy (uh oh)
You know I love ya girl (oh)
What's up Missy
Let's go (uh)
I got the guitar soundin like a satar
Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security
Call police [fades out]

. . .


(feat. Cassidy, Patti LaBelle)

[Wyclef]
Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the building

[Wyclef]
Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque how we used to do
On the avenue, have a family reunion
Man, how I miss those days
When the kids was kids, no knives on the street
When the ice cream man came around the way
Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days

[Patti (Wyclef)]
Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days)
Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days)
Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate)
You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days)
Get up, you would celebrate (celebrate, everything's gonna be ok, how I miss
those days)

[Wyclef (Patti)]
I came in this game through the back door (get up)
I know LaBelle, we were so much more (get up)
We worked it, and earned it, God knows we deserved it (get up)
Keep on striving, I know you'll make it

[Wyclef (Patti)]
Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque how we used to do (yeah, get up)
On the avenue, have a family reunion
Man, how I miss those days
When the kids was kids, no knives on the street
When the ice cream man came around the way
Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days

[Patti (Wyclef)]
Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days), get up
Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days)
Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate)
You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days)
Get up, you would celebrate (celebrate, everything's gonna be ok, how I miss
those days), get up

[Wyclef (Patti)]
I'm gon' box these niggaz
Take home on a number one belt (get up)
We gonna pop that thug, oh no, to celebrate the wealth (get up)
See, I'm a take that hay and turn it into loot
Cause who ever God blessed no man can test (get up)
Who ever God blessed, no man can test
What goes up must surely come down, yes
So watch who you hurt on your way up
Cause they'll be laughing at you on your way down
Tell the judge we don't want incarceration
Cause we came for the celebration, hey
So let the women and the children eat first
Cause it's been so long since a celebration, Cassidy

[Cassidy (Patti)]
This Cassidy, let's celebrate (oh)
I'm selling weed and got hella cake
And I still got the dog in my backyard
It's hamburgers, hot dogs in the back row (get up)
On the grill we cooking it all up
My mom got skills, she hooking it all up
Man, it feels like back in the days
When cats wasn't clapping to K's
And hood rats was acting they age (get up)
Clef and the rest of the game with me
And me and Miss LaBelle, we rep the same city (get up)
Philly, home of the blunts and the cheese steaks
And I cannot be stopped, like I need breaks (get up)

[Wyclef (Patti)]
Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque how we used to do (yeah)
On the avenue, have a family reunion
Man, how I miss those days
When the kids was kids, no knives on the street
When the ice cream man came around the way
Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing
Lord knows how I miss those days

[Patti (Wyclef)]
Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days)
Doing the electric slide at every party (how I miss those days)
Oh, if only you knew, what I've been through (you would celebrate)
You would celebrate (everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days)
Get up, you would celebrate (celebrate, everything's gonna be ok, how I miss
those days), get up

[Wyclef (Patti)]
Celebrate (you would celebrate), everything's gonna be ok, how I miss those days
(get up)
You would celebrate, everybody just celebrate, how I miss those days

. . .


(feat. Redman)

[Wyclef]
Right now if you raising some children that don't belong to you
But you know you're taking care of them
Please report on the dancefloor, let's go now
Do the stepfather dance (to the right)
Do the stepfather dance (to the left)
Do the stepfather dance
Baby mama don't hurt nobody, come on

[Wyclef]
I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own
But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh)
When ? breaks in the pad
Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now
I may not be your father
But I'm the closest thing to him

[Wyclef]
Girl I love you
And ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for you
You my boo and we be sticking just like glue
But your kid's got me losing my mind
Wanna know if I want you
And if I do then you just gotta come to
Now the family be fighting through hard times
But I'm gon' treat them like they're mine

[Wyclef]
I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own
But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh)
When ? breaks in the pad
Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now
I may not be your father
But I'm the closest thing to him

[Wyclef]
Fresh pair of Jordan's you had it
When you want a Playstation you had it (Vendetta)
First day of school you had it
Even when I didn't have it
Once upon a time, not long ago
Before the dreads, when I had the afro
When in school I used to pass the love notes
If you like me check yes if not check no
Flip the page now everything changed
The kid don't even have my last name
Sometime I feel like I'm paying child support
Someone please call people's court

[Wyclef]
I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own
But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh)
When ? breaks in the pad
Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now
I may not be your father
But I'm the closest thing to him

[Wyclef (Redman)]
No, (come on) I can't seem to take this pressure no more (come on)
And ? told me young man that life's too short
So leave ya kids at home, meet me on the dancefloor

[Redman]
Yo Wyclef you a wild boy, check it out

[Wyclef (Redman)]
Do the stepfather dance, to the right
Do the stepfather dance, to the left
Do the stepfather dance (yeah)
Jersey's in the house

[Redman (Wyclef)]
We go, Redman, ganjah the smoke
Listen to the sounds of my nigga funk doc, oh
Wyclef, you know you rule hip-hop, oh
Yo let me handle my bidness (go ahead)
If you love your sons like I do, dress like you and
Air's on his feet, and shinin' his jewels
Brag when he get back to school
Saying my daddy bought me Vendetta 2 for Gamecube
You know kids that try to get fast
That's when I open up a can of whoop ass
Listen, I'm the boss, if you do what I say
Like Nas, the world is yours, let's go

[Wyclef]
I ain't that baby's daddy (Redman)
I treat him like he's my own (we in the house)
But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh)
When ? breaks in the pad (aha)
Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now (aha)
I may not be your father (ey)
But I'm the closest thing to him (come on)

[Wyclef]
I ain't that baby's daddy (I ain't that baby's daddy)
I treat him like he's my own (like he's my own)
But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh)
When ? breaks in the pad (breaks in the pad)
Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now (you ain't my dad)
I may not be your father (aha)
But I'm the closest thing to him (yeah)

[Wyclef]
Do the stepfather dance
Do the stepfather dance (eh)
Do the stepfather dance

. . .


(feat. Santana)

You knew we had to come back like this, right man
It's too hot in New York man, yeah
It's too hot in New York man, give me

Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha ? dinero
Means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
It's too hot in New York I had to get away
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade

When I was young they called me Robin Hood
Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor
Went back home, mama whooped on my ass
Said I'll be damned if I let you live like that
Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin'
Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin'
Later that day we was out on the porch
And fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in

Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha ? dinero
Means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
It's too hot in New York I had to get away
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade

I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spiderman
I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium
I bring the vibe like the days of the Tribe
Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries
So who better to know about a nine-to-five
Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes
Now my daddy, he can rest in peace
From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go

Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha ? dinero
Means I work hard and have a warm day

Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars
Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it
From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey ? ?
I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I fall
Santana, let me get some help
Santana, let me get some help

Eh, this one goes out to those who work, follow and ?
Keep your head up, cos if I made it, you can make it too one day

Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha ? dinero
Means I work hard and have a warm day
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
It's too hot in New York I had to get away
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach in the shade

It's too hot in New York man
It's too hot in New York man, ah
It's too hot in New York man
It's too hot, hey
It's too hot in New York man, whoa
It's too hot in New York man
It's too hot in New York man
It's too hot, hey

Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son
It's the world tour, too hot
Y'all know better, let's go now

Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana
Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, haha, haha

. . .


(feat. Monica)

[Monica]
It's a class reunion, you come home from the ATM (oh yeah)

[Wyclef (Monica)]
Monica you ready, oh yeah
Man she look so good
Rolling through the hood
God bless the dead (bless the dead)
Jerry Wonder knock on wood
She was a ghetto queen, yeah
Turned into a fiend, yeah
Night I heard her scream
? to a nightmare dream, oh yeah (oh)

[Wyclef]
She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time
So much dope on the streets
That I'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah

[Wyclef (Monica)]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue (oh), it's a beautiful world

[Monica]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end

[Monica]
Said he looks so real
When he was running on the football field
I love the cheerleader scream his name
Even in ? he had game
But didn't show up at the class reunion
And when I asked one of my girls what happened
That's when they told me he got life in prison
Caught up in the system
Trying to be a kingpin
The story never ever ends

[Monica (Wyclef)]
He was mine, he was fine
He was hip, he was hot
He was too fly, butterfly
It was his time, it was his time (oh why, oh why, oh why)
So much dope on the streets
And I'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time, my time
Everybody say my time, oh

[Monica (Wyclef)]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end (it's a beautiful world)

[Wyclef (Monica)]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue (oh), it's a beautiful world

[Wyclef]
And I don't know much about English class
Math I didn't pass
Biology and chemistry
Was all a dream to me

[Monica]
I patiently wait for the bell
So I can see you after class
But now it's all in my pass

[Wyclef]
She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time
So much dope on the streets
That I'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah

[Wyclef]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue it's a beautiful world

[Monica]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end

[Wyclef]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue it's a beautiful world

[Monica]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end

[Wyclef]
She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time (let's go)

[Wyclef & Monica]
This is the class reunion
This is the class reunion
Reminisce on the high school days

. . .



I wanna thank y'all for coming to see the preacher's son tonight (thank you)
Fellas, hold on to your girl right now
Yeah right now we're gonna slow the whole dancefloor down
Oh yeah, take it back to the old school, let's go

Baby, let me holla at you
You know there's no greater love
Than a woman who loves a man
And a man who loves a woman, ah yeah

I wanna love ya
And I ain't talking trash neither, ey
This is something that I can feel deep in my soul, oh, oh
We gonna listen to some Marvin
We gonna listen to some Isley
We gonna listen to some Teddy Pendergrass (Pendergrass)
Ooh, once I got you in the mood
I wanna introduce myself to you
We gonna listen to Smokey
We gonna listen to Stevie
We gonna listen to Donny Hathaway
Ooh, would you please lay your body next to mine, ah yeah

Doggy, and I ain't talking bout my pitbull neither
I'm talking about the first lady
That was there in the beginning when your daughter wasn't with it, oh yeah

I wanna love ya
And I ain't talking trash neither, ey
This is something that I can feel deep in my soul, oh, oh
We gonna listen to some Marvin (Marvin)
We gonna listen to some Isley (Isley)
We gonna listen to some Teddy Pendergrass (Pendergrass)
Ooh, once I got you in the mood
I wanna introduce myself to you
We gonna listen to Smokey
We gonna listen to Stevie
We gonna listen to Donny Hathaway
Ooh, would you please lay your body next to mine, ah yeah

Yeah, I'm a young man with an old school, girl
But then you told me a good woman
Is worth more than diamonds and precious pearls
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So lay back, and let me massage you, everywhere now
I can feel them move with your body
Harder, harder, harder, harder, harder
You make me so hot

We gonna listen to some Marvin
We gonna listen to some Isley
We gonna listen to some Teddy Pendergrass (Pendergrass)
Ooh, once I got you in the mood
I wanna introduce myself to you
We gonna listen to Smokey
We gonna listen to Stevie
We gonna listen to Donny Hathaway
Ooh, would you please lay your body next to mine, ah yeah

. . .


(feat. Elephant Man & Wayne Wonder)

[Intro & Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
I am your doctor (Yeah yeah yeah) here's the prescription (Girl!!!)
Two teaspoons of my friendship, a full cup of my love
(Yo Wayne Wonder, you ready to talk to the girls, let's go)

[Verse 1: Wayne Wonder] + (Wyclef Jean)
I will be knockin by the time me come a four
Here comes the doctor baby worry no more
I will bring the remedy baby I will bring the cure
Give you what you want and absolutely I am sure
Take my hand I'll be your man
Let me take you to the sunshine island
I will be your therapy, let it be
You know you need my healing (Wait a minute!!!)

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
I am your doctor (Yeah yeah yeah) here's the prescription (Yeah yeah yeah)
Two teaspoons of my friendship, a full cup of my love
(Gimme some love, gimme some love)
And if your back is hurtin, turn around girl
See, I'm your chiropractor (Wayne Wonder: La da dow da dow!!!)
Please!!! Lay on this sofa (Wayne Wonder: Oh na na na now!!!)
And let me message your back (Wayne Wonder: Your back)
So I can feel what's wrong
(Girl what's wrong, girl what's wrong, girl what's wrong)
(Yo Wayne, talk to the girls man)

[Verse 2: Wayne Wonder] + (Wyclef Jean)
If you got a problem and you wanna get it fixed
Send for the doctor with the medicine for your chest
Fill your prescription with the right mix
My kiss and I will say what kind of miracle is this
Take my hand I'll be your man
Let me take you to the sunshine island
I will be your therapy, let it be
You know you need my healing (Let me talk to them now)

[Verse 3: Wyclef Jean]
When you make it to the emergency room (Yeah)
Tell the nurse I said that she don't need no, coverage no, no no no
(Wayne Wonder: Oh na na na now)
Cause I been waitin to operate on you all night
So lay back, relax, feel my hands right through your hair

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
I am your doctor (Oh yeah yeah) here's the prescription
Two teaspoons of my friendship, a full cup of my love
(Wait a minute Elephant Man, talk to di gal dem)

[Verse 4: Elephant Man] + (Wyclef Jean)
Dem call mi Dr. Love, ready fi di surgery gimme di gloves
Mouth to mouth respiration a weh she love
You mi thermometer test har and she hundred above
Give har di lovin and she melt like a fudge
Mi have di PHD, mi qualify mi have mi degree
Fi give she di remedy from a di therapy
Nuh waan see nuh night nurse so she come a mi
Jook har wid di penicillin she seh gee, she seh she free (So free yeah)

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
I am your doctor (Girl I need you here) here's the prescription (Yeah yeah yeah)
Two teaspoons of my friendship (Oooh) a full cup of my love
(Wayne Wonder: Of your love) And if your back is hurtin, turn around girl
See, I'm your chiropractor (Wayne Wonder: La da dow da dow!!!)
Please!!! Lay on this sofa (Wayne Wonder: Oh na na na now!!!)
And let me message your back (Wayne Wonder: Your back)
So I can feel what's wrong
(Girl what's wrong, girl what's wrong, girl what's wrong)

[Outro: Wyclef Jean]
Hey!!! Tell me if your ready for the doctor love (Yeah)
Your ready for the doctor love (Yeah)
You wanna feel the doctor love (Yeah)
Wa da da ding, wa da da da day
You wanna feel the doctor love (Yeah)
Wine your waist to the doctor love....

. . .


(feat. Carl Restivo)

Every woman have a snapping point
You don't want her to snap no

Someone stop Linda
She just left the crib with a beretta
She's on her way to pop her fiance
It's the word on the street
He was sleeping with Renee
Lord knows, please someone stop Linda
He don't even know she's coming
Like the FBI, she gon' knock down the door with no warrant
Lord knows, what happened to the good time lovin', lovin'

My father used to tell me, son, listen
There's a thin line between love and hate
Once you cross that line, see there's no escape
She love me, she love you not
You don't wanna open up Pandora Box no, no
She will see that two men cheating
When you said that two men working
All I'm saying is just watch your back
Cos tonight see I got a bad feeling Jack
Linda's got a gat

Someone stop Linda
She just left the crib with a beretta
She's on her way to pop her fiance
It's the word on the street
He was sleeping with Renee
Lord knows, please someone stop Linda
He don't even know she's coming
Like the FBI, she gon' knock down the door with no warrant
Lord knows, what happened to the good time lovin', lovin'

Listen to me now
Every barrel got a Linda
Trust me you don't want that drama
When you laughing she's crying
Mascara running down her face, now she's plotting
Like Method Man, she gon' bring the pain
Like Cypress Hill you got a insane in the membrane
All I'm saying is just watch your back
Cos tonight see I got a bad feeling Jack
Oh my God

Someone stop Linda
She just left the crib with a beretta
She's on her way to pop her fiance
It's the word on the street
He was sleeping with Renee
Lord knows, please someone stop Linda
He don't even know she's coming
Like the FBI, she gon' knock down the door with no warrant
Lord knows, what happened to the good time lovin', lovin'

Someone stop Linda (Samson fell for Delilah)
Someone stop Linda (Ahab fell for Jezebel)
Someone stop Linda (King David fell for ?)
And coming in the mist
Linda wants to head up the baptist
Someone stop Linda
He don't even know she's coming

. . .


(feat. Sharissa)

[Wyclef]
I wanna send this one out to my vanilla ice-cream chocolate pudding pie
That stayed with me in the hood, do or die
Refugee camp

[Sharissa]
Yeah, this one goes out to my arm and joy
My banana that never split
The one that stuck with me

[Wyclef]
Before I had the bling bling
I thought I'd hit up in Sing Sing
Who would have ever thought that we'd be doing our thing
I know I did a little cheating
But once I got caught
I send you a parcel of roses
You sent them back and told me go to hell

[Wyclef]
But girl you know that, you take me as I am
Even though my fam don't understand
Why I put that rock up on your hand
That's cos you take me as I am (take me as I am)

[Sharissa (Wyclef)]
You take me as I am (yeah, I'm a take you as you are)
Even when my girls can't understand
I choose you as my man
But you take me as I am, my, my man

[Wyclef (Sharrissa)]
You're my girl (my man)
You're my girl (my man)
You're my lady (my man)
You're my baby

[Sharissa]
When I was rocking jelly and had a little belly
Who woulda ever thought, you'd think I was sexy
I say it with an attitude, I admit I came off rude
But still you love me, I know I get on your nerves sometimes

[Sharissa]
And I don't know why you take me as I am
Even when my girls can't understand
I choose you as my man (my man, yeah)
Cause you take me as I am (take me as I am)

[Sharrissa]
You take me as I am, girl I'm a take you as you are
Even though my fam don't understand (they can't understand no, no, no, no)
Why I put that rock up on your hand (girl)
That's cause you take me as I am

[Wyclef (Sharrissa)]
You're my girl (you're my man)
You're my girl (you're my man)
You're my lady (you're my baby)
You're my baby (my honey)

[Wyclef]
You're the ocean that breathes that I feel when I'm blowing my trees alone

[Sharissa]
You're the sun that shines when the darkness strikes at night

[Wyclef]
You're the love of my life, you're my girl, you're my wife

[Sharissa]
You're mine, and I'm yours, you take me as I am
Wait a minute

[Sharissa (Wyclef)]
Can't believe you take me as I am, am, am, no, oh
Even when they don't understand why you love me
I choose you as my man
Cause you take me as I am (take me as I am)

[Wyclef]
You take me as I am, girl I'm a take you as you are
Even though my fam don't understand
My people on the block, they don't understand, no, no
Why I put that rock up on your hand
Cause I take you as you are, you're a star

[Wyclef (Sharrissa)]
You're my girl (my man)
You're my girl (you're my man)
You're my lady (you're my baby)
You're my baby (my honey)

. . .



[Wyclef Jean]
This is as real as it gets y'all
And it don't get no realer than this
This is as real as it gets y'all, huh

[Wyclef Jean]
Maybe my mother, coulda been my father
Perhaps it was my sister, probably my brother
Maybe the church, coulda been the street
Perhaps it was the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beats
Maybe the money when I didn't have a dime
Maybe a way out before committing crimes
Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was Pras
Probably the mirror looking dead in my eyes
Coulda been reggae, or the love of hip-hop
Maybe my fans at the show saying don't stop
Probably the struggle of all refugees
Maybe the sign how the diamonds bling-bling, ching-ching
Ring ring, there's a call from my wifey, whoo
Perhaps I gotta make it home but music keep calling me
And maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being

[Wyclef Jean]
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful

[Wyclef Jean]
Coulda been a crack fiend with no place to go
Lord, oh mighty God, have mercy on my soul
Coulda been Pablo, king of Yayo
Or a pimp with a limp screaming we don't love them hoes
Oh no, God knows, perhaps I was chosen
A source of inspiration for the next generation
And maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being

[Wyclef Jean]
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot (shot)
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock)
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful

[Wyclef Jean]
Everybody sing along now
You can make it like I made it
Don't let anyone tell you different
When doors close another door will open
Many have called but my people are chosen
You can make it if I made it
Don't let anyone tell you different
When doors close another door will open, yeah
Many have called but my people are chosen, yeah

[Wyclef Jean]
A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets
A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC (yeah)
Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot (shot)
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock)
W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful

. . .


(feat. Rah Digga, Scarface)

[Wyclef]
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now
He said, I was born a crack baby
In a plastic bag in the alley
Raised in a foster home
With no mother to love and I never knew my papi
Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin
Used to sing don't worry, be happy
Lord how can I be happy
When I don't even know my own family tree Lord

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Wyclef]
Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers
Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher
The teacher let them know that it ain't all good
Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now
All you red now, all you blue now
All you yellow now, follow me now
To that place of righteousness
Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Wyclef]
In my father's kingdom there are many mansions
All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection
I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham
Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man

[Scarface]
I've been kicked, I've been stabbed
I've been shot, I've been ? by a
Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back
My mind playing tricks ?, to really ?
Me out in five unless I take another hit
I done seen the sun set on the other side of town
Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down
? ? ? but I know I'm born dying
Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying
For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while
And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child
While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan
In this cold dark world with no patience
We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing
The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

[Rah Digga]
Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing
The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation
Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements
No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements
Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor
Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh
Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets
Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it
Metal detectors replace music classes
Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose
Reality TV be reality for who
I don't question what the Lord found in me
I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries
Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us
Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us

[Wyclef]
We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
The only thing I fear is the after life
Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try

. . .


(feat. Prodigy (Mobb Deep))

[Wyclef]
The preacher's son with the rebel music
Rebel music, put the peace sign up now
Rebel music, all my gangs put the peace sign up now
Rebel music, everywhere put the peace sign up now
Rebel music, hold on, listen

[Wyclef]
Tell the DJ turn the music up
Gangsters in the club, everybody thugs
Me I play the walk, sipping on the Guiness
Cause in reality we are the same and it's
Just society they wanna see me
Flesh on the concrete, sold a perfect story
The mystery is waking up in misery
The music industry brainwash celebrities
Girls sleep sexy, they wake up with a monster
Have no idea that their face was a piranha
Word from the wise I can see through the fog
Reason why they rob cause they got no job

[Wyclef]
But I woke up in the morning, sexy, yawning
Feel like it's gonna be a good day
No war on the street, no way, today
Everybody kick back like a holiday, aight
You shine, I shine and
The whole world looking like a gold mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
And we'll help each other make it through the bad times

[Wyclef]
When they see me they ask me
Will there ever be another Fugees
I say I don't know but hope the trio
Don't do like ? ? then ? on Sadaam though
But on CNN they saw the same
Little kids getting shot at close range
To Babylon, we don't want no war
I'm a send a message in a bottle to the White House, Lord
These are the words from the master
So don't you wait till the day after
Until then you can catch me in the sixes
Just pumping Bob Marley rebel music now

[Wyclef]
But I woke up in the morning, sexy, yawning
Feel like it's gonna be a good day
No war on the street, no way, today
Everybody kick back like a holiday, aight
You shine, I shine and
The whole world looking like a gold mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
And we'll help each other make it through the bad times

[Wyclef]
Children, imagine a world with no racism
No, no homeless in Grand Central Station
Boys and girls going to schools with no tools
Life is so beautiful but until then it will be
Rebel music, rebel music
Rebel music, put the peace sign up now
Rebel music, all my gangs put the peace sign up now

[Prodigy]
Uh, can these devils fool us son, not now ? done
We're a generation of thugs, you can't play with us
We've been lied to, enslaved and beaten up
We're immune to what you call pain, it's nothing
We're not scared of dying or afraid of guns
Born in the USA, nah, can't blame us
Our DNA's foreign to them
We kings of the planet Earth, Gods if you will
Yo, cash be my ?, it's about to get stupid
These niggaz trying to stop our plans, peace to it
I never meant to cause him pain and he knew it
But he was trying to kill me and he blew it

[Wyclef]
But I woke up in the morning, sexy, yawning
Feel like it's gonna be a good day
No war on the street, no way, today
Everybody kick back like a holiday, aight
You shine, I shine and
The whole world looking like a gold mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
And we'll help each other make it through the bad times

. . .


(feat. Buju Banton)

I'm Buju Banton with the preacher's son

Who gave the orders
For them to go, alright
Who gave the orders
Martin was shut down, ah, alright
Who gave the orders
To drop the bomb, we wanna know
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, yeah

Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
But they will have to answer
Then what you gonna do when the Rastaman comes
Where you gonna run for cover

Looking through the window of my ire eyes
On this city filled with lies
Observing the people working so hard
Doing whatever it takes to get by
Then I look at myself and realize
That I was put here for a reason
Lord knows I've done my best and I've tried
We gon' keep trying

Who gave the orders
For them to go, Lord no
Who gave the orders
Martin was gunned down, oh
Who gave the orders
To drop the bomb, my God
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, who

Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
They will have to answer
Then what they gonna do when the Rastaman comes
Where you gonna run for cover

Well what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what are you gonna do
Incarcerate a million and only free few
What was done to others, it shall be done to you
Open up your eyes and you will see the full view
Work all day, and you can't get raise in pay
Civilly bodies being taken away
I wonder what the voice of the people have to say
Stand up and defend your rights today

Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
For them to go
Who gave the orders
Martin was gunned down, Martin was gunned down, oh, Martin was gunned down
Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
To drop the bomb
Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, no, no, no, no

Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, Wyclef, ah
Who's gonna answer
Telling lies to our daughters and sons
They will have to answer
Then what they gonna do when the righteous man comes
Where you gonna run for cover

. . .


(feat. Buju Banton & T-Vice)

Imma take u to a place
Where the trouble's im the base
Where everybody's fine
And ther's no color line
The only thing we see
Is the party by the sea
So lets call the refugee


Vole, Vole, Vole, Vole
Pompe, Pompe, Pompe, Pompe
Sote, Sote, Sote
Mete main nou anle. Met main nou anle (2 x's)

If u come from the Caribians
Lets show them how we do it
Throw your flagz in the air and wave it
Ladies while you shake it break it (2 x's)

. . .


(feat. Missy Elliott)

[Wyclef Jean (Missy Elliott)]
Brrrr, yeah (ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah)
It's over, uh huh (that's right)
Missy with the Preachers Son, uh huh (ok)
It's over (ok), I told ya (yeah)
J-CLEF, let's go (ew, WOO)
Brrrrr

[Missy Elliott]
(uh oh)
Yeah, hey yo Clef (oh)
([Wylcef:] Uh huh)
Uh oh (uh oh), these motherfuckers ain't ready for
this shit (oh)
([Wyclef:] Hey)

[Missy Elliott]
Me and Clef on this track what you want
Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't
Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk (huh)
Sound like gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk
(c'mon)
I drink that Dom Perignon (oh)
I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh)
I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned (yeah)
I got them gunshots, head knock 'til my bed stop

[Wyclef Jean]
Hey [echoes]
It goes, “Missy you hit me with the henny got me dizzy
like a lesbi
I heard you wear turtleneckses' to hide your hickies.”

I'm freaky, dickie, like Samantha ‘Sex in the City'
Lookie, lookie here
I only came to party
Easy shorty, with one dance
I put you in a trance
Not a body experience
As time flies, we have fun
But I don't want it to pass
My total love gots you waiting like a whoop-lash
Hey [echoes]

[Break - Missy Elliott]
I teach you what you want (oh yeah)
The things you need to know (oh yeah)
Come in and shut the door (yeah)
Lets get this party goin (uh huh)
Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs
(oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon)

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
1,2,3,4
In the mornin, in the evenin
In the nighttime, gotta have it
It's a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin another language
[Female - singing: x2] Bo habibi, Nishtage'a
It's official raise your glasses
Cause this party gonna go to Damascus

[Wyclef Jean]
Its me turn
I'm Mr. International
Cause when I move, everybody moves (Causto mi la'more
mi das-mi-yor)
That's was French, if I missed ya
You want Spanish y'all
All my guys grab two ladies now (Mi alas amigos puedos
dos senorita yo)
(Japanese lib)
Freakin' in Japanese shooting in the West Indies
Its breaking down, go and fetch the wrench
I'm suddenly all Jewish
And tossin' it up at a Bar-mitz-pha

[Break - w/ ad libs]

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Interlude - Wyclef Jean - 2X]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it

[Missy Elliott]
W-Y to the Clef (c'mon)
Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest
(yeah)
"Milk does your body good," come on take a sip
Like [3 slurping noises], it taste good don't it
You's a fine dreadlock, come on get
How many times Missy crushed the very best?
How many bombs on my summer, Funk Flex? (uh)
As many times as Teddy Reilly said "yep, yep"
Did you get it?
I stays on your mind like a fitted (uh)
Like Diddy make you walk for cheesecakes to the city
(woo)
Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain't nothin pretty (uh)
Me and Clef steppin to the mic to get busy (c'mon)

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliott - talking]
(uh oh) Yeah, hey yo Clef
(uh oh) Uh oh

[Wyclef Jean - talking]
What's up Missy (uh oh)
You know I love ya girl (oh)
What's up Missy
Let's go (uh)
I got the guitar soundin like a satar
Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security
Call police [fades out]

. . .


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