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Wyclef Jean - Thug Angels lyrics
Refugees yo.. all you say [Wyclef Jean] Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play (New York city y'all) Police are at the door the Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box with no space with Thug Angels singin, sayin [background harmonizing - repeat 2X] {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..} [Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing) So you wanna be a thug? To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs? To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos? To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes [Wyclef Jean] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over? He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December Now let me ask the truth or somethin - should I slow down and be a good camper? I heard a young thug scream, "It depends what you got in the beamer!!" Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail but you told me that crime pay [Wyclef Jean] The Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play (Hey) Police are at the door the Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box with no space with Thug Angels singin, sayin [background harmonizing - repeat 2X] {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..} [Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing) So you wanna be a thug? My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs? My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos? To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami [Wyclef Jean] So you a killer, how many people did you kill? You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a? For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker [Wyclef Jean] At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play (New York City y'all) Police are at the door the Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box with no space with Thug Angels singin, sayin [background harmonizing - repeat 4X] {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..} [Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing) So you wanna be a thug? To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs? To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos? To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina Let me tell you how it really goes So you wanna be a thug? To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs? To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos? Thug Angels in the Birmingham Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go! [Wyclef - with voice box effect] Watch out, for the beasts Watch out, if you got a seed homie cause you don't want your kids growin up thinkin they never had no daddy Big Pun, rest in peace forever Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH Slang Tom, rest in peace Police is in the news, watch yourself Y'all saw what they did to Diallo [some man complaining] Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911! [Wyclef Jean] You gon' do WHAT? WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin WAIT! Eastern Parkway [Haitian singing to end |
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