Lyrics:
Wyclef Jean
This is not the burial, it's the ressurection
Hey kids gather 'round (All around the world)
It's DJ Muggs, with Wyclef (Yeah, all around
(Skepta)
As we proceed (Boy Better Know)
Yeah (let's go)
The bad boys are back
Blowing up shit like bomb in Iraq (boom)
Diddy's in white, I'm in all
In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
Gettin' lit off, high on the great weed
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy
on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl
eyes, de-light, dancin' by the light, bright
Watch us how we break some hearts
So grab your gamma rays
Come to my masquerade
Its like a man parade
years steady climbin'
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'
That's right, that's right boy start that shit off
I heard a rumour
as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
Now gather round you sailor boys, and listen to my plea
And when you've heard my tale you'll pity me
For I was a real damned fool in the port
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin'
All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds
And the boy was just
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
new style
My old girl dope, but I love my new girl
So when I'ma slow down this merry go round called life
I was a youngster with a fever, moms
years steady climbin'
Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin'
That's right, that's right boy start that shit off
I heard a rumour
and let me upgrade you
Bad bitch sniffin' round, and she hit the nasal
Girls gone wild, takin' shots from the navel
Somewhere overseas, man my name's Mr.
you feel like the whole world's pickin' on you
But deep down inside, you know it ain't true
You're in punishment
'Cause your mother wants
suicide", I say it's genocide
Hey what you got a gun for? Boy you ain't finna ride
They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide
That's
nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born
Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like
The paint is peelin'
Now,
When the chips are down
Down,
You gotta lose all feelin
Now,
Your head goes round n' round
Funny how the world revolves
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
for my girl
It's a man's world, I feel like James Brown
Smoking power at the Trump tower
Nigga gassing, laughing, watching Richard Pryor
Fuck a job I
To fight for his country and the girl he loved
That's a soldier's only fate
Then Billy heard no word from Sue
He was worried sick but what could he do
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
the world
I ain't gone never stop until you in Thugger world
I'll marry you right inside this club, no boys and girls
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