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 TEKSTY WEDŁUG WYKONAWCÓW [ ostatnia aktualizacja: 20:42 26.06.2023 ]
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Intro
Its funny how the earth rotates
Man, you never know what's
going to happen
You know, I mean
All i say was
I got this slang that make
The chitty-bang bang
The dang-da-dang
The nappy head brain
And it all got started for me, man
Yo man, I am just gettin back from the tour, man
Yo, what it be like man
Yo bus it
Uh, turn me up
Somebody told me
If you can make it in New York City,
Man, you can make it
Anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe dat shh man
Chorus:
Oh, what a night
Wyclef Uh! ho ho
Late December 1993
What happen
Who thought he would rule the industury
What an M.C on my mic
Verse 1
Yo, I aint alway have whips
I aint always have yachts
I aint always have chips
I aint always havae rocks
Matter of fact I was a grimy little Negro
Who said if the music didnt
Work Id sell diesel
What yall though I wasnt raised in the projects
First of athe month waitin for dat P.A check
Lived on the first floor
We was 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 life from poltergeist
What made it worse
I couldn't speak English
But from his facial expressions
He wanted my Adidas
So warriors come out to play
I be damned if I leave
Barefooted in his hallway
And I got big plalns
So beg your pardon
'Cause next year this time
I'ma sell out the Garden
Repeat Chrous
Verse 2
I aint gona brag and boast
And said I did it all
But I'm the only rapper
that play Carnegie Hall
The first rap group video cost
a million
First rapper to ever rep for da Haitians
Sa passe
Na bulle
Grammy night we took three away
Twenty-two million sold
I cant believe this
There still aint a rap group alive
That could achieve this
But I aint satisfied
Went back to my own
Continplatin' how could I become
The next Quincy Jones
Thats when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said
Clef, you on the cover of
The Source, Vibe, and Rolling Stone
No more struggling
Good life, we lovin it
You could live it too,
If you on ya he he publishing
So here we go
So whats the scenario
I own so many cars
That I'm rentin them for videos
Repeat Chorus
I had a good time, girl
I gotta go now
Dont cry, I be back
(hey baby)
Bridge
I'm leaving on a concord plane
I dont know when Ill be back again
I gotta hit this road and make this dough
I gotta pay for my crib in Mexico She said
Hold me, Dont ever le me go
But Im leaving on a concord plane
I don't know when Ill be back again
I gotta hit this road and make this dough
Night after night
Show after show
She said, Hold me, don't ever tell me go
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh
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