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Wyclef Jean - Anything Can Happen Lyrics

Wyclef Jean - Anything Can Happen Video

Intro:
 
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
Cause anything can happen at the Carnival
(Yo make room, make room, make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you, but you don't want to get embarassed
Trust me
 
Chorus:
 
Yo, when you're rolling to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Making love to your girlfriend, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what, anything can happen
She's sleepin wit your best friend cause anything can happen
Wh-a-at? Say what, say what, anything can happen
You roll down the block, come back with your gat
And POW, cause anything can happen
 
Verse One:
 
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in the tub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Ahhh, stop, 'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements on zoom
Boom new toon, write songs in my room
Sleeping with the bride, even though I ain't the groom
Your husband assume, come back with his goons
Put me in the trunk on your way to your honeymoon
Radio my platoon, Wyclef to Sev'
'I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to Graceland
But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag of skunk
 
Chorus:
 
You got the skully to your face, star, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Sellin crack in the corner, man, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what anything can happen
I just got laid off, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
You don't wanna go there, cause anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
 
Verse Two:
 
Aiyyo, anything can happen, you can't stop the shining
You lookin at my watch, but my mind's really the diamond
Nine to the Seven, you better off steppin
When I'm writin with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon (Ding!)
Take this lesson, to your next session
I suggest, you practice with the freshman
Sophomore, junior, then come check the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call to Donny Eina
But always stay humble went from bummy to neat
Cause money break groups up like the Five Heartbeats
Don't get souped cause you, pushin a Coupe
Next year you on foot, runnin from a lawsuit
For example, I know I'm nice, I don't front it
Least anticipated, to the most wanted
Yeah, that's me in the spotlight
With a mic and a guitar, like M.O.P., I like it raw
 
Chorus:
 
Yo, when you're rollin to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Every man got disciples, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Its all about survival man, anything can happen
Hah, say what, say what, anything can happen
You lookin at me wrong, man, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
 
Will the Knicks win the championship this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will we find some peace of mind this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
You ready for the revolution this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will you make love with no condom this year?
No no, no no, that will never happen
 
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
Where the ladies at? Put yo' hands in the air!
 
And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you proud, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
Fellas if you need help, use ginseng
And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you fat, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
ReFugee thugs hang at the roller rink
 
Roller skatin baby
Carnival (Make room, for the Carnival, make room)
And it don't, nine-seven to infinity
Rest in Peace, Rest in Peace
And the record is not over yet, the record is not over yet
It is not, the record (fades out)
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Wyclef Jean - Daddy Lyrics

Wyclef Jean - Daddy Video

Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
I'm sure y'all heard about my dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
This one goes out for everybody that lost somebody
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Be strong
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
 
Now I understand what Scarface meant
When he said I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
Never in my deepest thoughts that I would imagine
I would be the one carrying a coffin
Yo I feel like a orphan even though I got a mom
I'm the first born so I gotta play strong
Memories of the past bout when we cried when we laughed
It makes it hard, dad, for me to finish write this paragraph
I remember when we all shoved snow frost bites and all
Temperature forty below
You used to call me lazy cause I said it was too cold
But you would go in the crib fix me a fresh cup a cocoa
I can't front
I wish there was a sequel of the sixth sense
So I could see dead people
I'm so hurt, dad
I can't cry no more
But I know that you're knockin on heaven's door
Peace
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Rest in peace, dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
All my people live on
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Rest in peace, dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
 
Look into my eyes
Realize I'm the same man my father was
Y'all can tell by my Pink Cadillac
The way I clean my ride
Old grim tilted to the side
But what I loved most was when the God philosophize
About the philosophies of life in its reality
Keep the right mentality
Don't fall into vanity
Sometime I feel like he standin watchin over me
Whisperin in my ear, baby boy, I'm still here
I heard him said I'm the shadow right beside you
And if you confused, son, I'm there to guide you
And even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil
For the Lord is wit me
But don't forget that your mom's in your hands
You two were so close
That I finally understand
And here's a message to your brothers and your sisters
I'ma miss em
No matter what I'ma be wit em
Peace
 
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
To my dad, rest in peace
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
I guess I'll see you at the resurrection
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
To all my people that lost somebody
Da--a, daddy, daddy, daddy
Put the lighters in the air
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, daddy
Oh, daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, yeah, yeah
I need you, daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Oh, oh
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Daddy
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
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Wyclef Jean - Oh What A Night Lyrics

Wyclef Jean - Oh What A Night Video

It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's
Going to happen, ya know mean?
All I said was Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da dang
Then it all got it started for me, man
Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man
What it be like, man?
Yo, bust it, turn me up
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
Make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh
 
(Chorus)
Oh, what a night
Late December, 1993 (what happened?)
Who thought he would rule the industry?
What an MC on the mic
 
Yo, I ain't always have whips, I ain't always have yachts
I ain't always have chips, I ain't always have rocks
Matta fact I was a grimey little negro
Who said if music didn't work, I'd sell diesel
What cha'll thought, I wasn't raised in the projects?
First of the month waitin for that PA check
Lived on the first floor
Were so poor that if you rung the buzzer the roaches would answer the door (who is it?)
I went from boy to man in one night
When I saw my life flash like light from poltergeist
What made it worse, I couldn't speak English
But from his facial expressions, he wanted my Adidas
So hurry up and come out and play
I'll be damned if I leave bare-footed in this hallway
And I got big plans, so beg your pardon
Cause next year this time I'ma sell out the Garden
 
(Chorus)
 
Yo, yo, I ain't gonna brag and boast and say I did it all
But I'm the only rapper to play Carnegie Hall
The first rap group, video cost a million
First rapper to ever rep for the Haitians
And sa fa say, na boolay
Grammy night, we took 3 away
22 million sold, I can't believe this
There's still ain't a rapper alive who could achieve this
But I ain't satisfied, when back to my home contemplating
How could I become the next Quincy Jones?
That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said
Clef, your on the cover of
The cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones
No more struggling, good life we loving it
You could live it too, if you only publish it
So here we go, so what's the scenario?
I own so many cars that I'm renting 'em for videos
 
(Chorus)
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Wyclef Jean - Gone 'til November Lyrics

Wyclef Jean - Gone 'til November Video

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 got to understand, I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'til november
Said I'll be gone 'til november, yo 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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Wyclef Jean - Pussycat Lyrics

Wyclef Jean - Pussycat Video

Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do
You and?
 
We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there
Let's go
 
Chorus
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat
(Repeat three times)
 
Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak
Feel me on this track
Girl let me spell out pussycat
You're the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t
That's Clef in the drop Lex
Keep the prophylactics for safe sex
Manicure, pedicure, human hair from the Korean stores
Ghetto cats, got your back
I keep a gat for the alley cats
Sexy cat, rough cat
Doggy style on the floor mat
But make sure you wear your mitten
Or pay child support for your kitten
 
What's new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
 
Chorus
 
Hold up wait a minute
To all my hood kitties
Don't you pull your claws
There'll be none of that on the dance floor
For the battle cats
I got metaphors
You don't wanna test
You got sweaty paws
Which part you don't understand
Don't let it be another cat scan
Talk a ice when my shine reacts
I leave you blind wit a cataract
 
Ay yo
 
But did anybody see my bobcat
Anybody
It's been three weeks and we still haven't spoken
Oh, Lord
She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment
I said it wasn't mine
She said I was one cat that was lyin
So hey kitty-kitty meet me in the city
You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty
Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy
So baby girl let me ride the pony pony
 
What's new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
 
Chorus x 3
 
Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything
Put the blind fold on
Girl let me feel your tongue ring
Bling
Now I'ma quick cat
Before your mama get back cat
Let me hit this with the quickness
Feel my physical I'm fitness
 
Ay, baby turn the A/C on
It's hot up in here
The way I stroke your fur
I make you wanna pur
Up in here
Sweat's coming down your back
Like drops of rain
Say my name
Say my name, baby
 
Chorus
 
To all my independent cats raisin kittens on through own their own
Oh, hold your own girl
And to all my stray kittens
I got plenty mittens
And we can get it on, yeah
All night long
All night long
All night long
 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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Wyclef Jean - 911 Lyrics

Wyclef Jean - 911 Video

Yo what up this Wyclef with Mary J,
About to serenade this girls with my acoustic guitar,
Yo fellas having problems with your chicks,
I want you right now,
To turn the lights down low,
Pull your girl up next to you,
I want to sing them this song.
 
If death comes for me tonight girl,
I want you to know that I loved you,
And no matter how tough I would appear,
Only to you I would reveal my tears.
 
So tell the police I ain't home tonight,
Messing around with you is gonna get me life,
But when I look into your eyes, man,
You're worth that sacrifice, yeah, yeah,
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about,
Man I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble,
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about,
Man I'm in trouble, I'm in real big,
I need ya'll to do me a favor.
 
Someone please call 911,
(pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I've just been shot down,
And the bullets in my heart,
And it's piercing through my soul,
(im losing blood yo)
Feel my body getting cold,
(So cold, so cold)
Someone please call 911,
(pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailant is five foot one,
And she shot me through my soul,
Feel my body getting cold.
 
So cold,
Sometimes I fell like I'm a prisoner,
I think I'm trapped here for a while, yeah, yeah,
And every breath I fight to take,
It's as hard as these four walls I wanna break,
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight,
Messing around with me is gonna get you life, oh yeah, yeah,
But every time I look into your eyes,
Man it's worth the sacrifice, uuhh,
 
If this is the love that your mom used to warn you about,
Mary you're in trouble,
(I'm in real big trouble)
You're in real big trouble,
(lord knows I'm in trouble)
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about,
I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble, I'm in real big trouble.
 
You got anything to say girl,
Someone please call 911, yeah, yeah,
(pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I've just got shot down,
(tell them I just got shot down)
And it's piercing through my soul,
(I'm losing blood yo)
Feel my body getting cold,
(So cold, so cold)
Someone please call 911,
(can you do that for me)
The alleged assailant was five foot one,
And she shot me through my soul,
(and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body getting cold,
(he didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder)
Wyclef and Mary J blige,
I'm feelin you, yo, i understand, yeah, yeah,
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Wyclef Jean - Something About Mary Lyrics

Wyclef Jean - Something About Mary Video

Yo, I'm a dedicate this to everybody that was at Woodstock '99
DMX, Limp Bizkit, Sheryl Crow amongst many
Yo, just before I got on stage this chick came on to me
She offered me sumthin
It looked kinda strange, it was in a bag
I said Yo, girl let me talk to you real quick
Yo
 
I don't sniff cocaine 'Cause it mess up my brain
For sexual stimulation I never did no ecstasy
I don't pop pills, I never did no LSD
But I wouldn't mind a kiss from Ms. Mary
'Cause
 
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can get a kiss in her backyard
 
I remember when I was a young boy
I waited for my grandad, So daddy can I get a puff?
He looked at me, he says Son, man, you're too young kid
When you get older now and you understand that
I let you get one kiss from Ms. Mary
'Cause
 
She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
If she allows you to you can roll her up
She's homegrown and you can kiss her in her backyard
She's homegrown I like to be with you Ms. Mary in your backyard
 
That's when she looked at me and she said
Wyclef this' what I want you to do son
 
Come on
Inhale exhale
Exhale inhale
Inhale exhale
Now hold it now
Inhale exhale
Inhale exhale
Exhale inhale
Now breath in my face
 
Marijuan' Marijuan'
 
She said that
She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard
She's homegrown, she said 'Clef, I'll kiss you in my backyard
And my daddy don't need to know
She said that
I'm homegrown and you can grow me in your backyard
I'm homegrown and you don't need to worry for my backyard
 
That's when I said, I'ma get in trouble, I gotta go girl
This' what she said
Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher, and higher (2X)
Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher
 
I'm about to take it higher (4X in the background)
 
Come on y'all, come on y'all, come on
Yo, I want for everybody sleeping on my guitar skills
It's about to beat on right about now
Turn my guitar up yo!
 
What up Jimi Hendrix, I'll see you baby
Yo, Carlos Santana, thanks for the lessons baby
Yo, Steve Rod, I ain't forgettin you man
To the godfather B.B. King
And to my man Eric Clapton
I think I'm forgettin somebody, man
The Artist, ha-haaaaa
Yo, Jerry Wonder, man,
You're playin that bass like Bootsie Collins, man
Don't hurt 'em baby boy
Uh, Wyclef, Jerry Wonder man, new Millenium man, I told ya
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