featuring Diamond D
[CLEF]
Look into the rhyme
Rum to the ripple
Sing boo,
But at times I come in triple.
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
Now your dead.
Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead.
Raaaaah, raaaah
Let me attack just like the black cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.
Hooo, you've got to go for backup
To do what you gotta do.
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
and kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what.
Competition, stimulation for the rap man
Losers check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to reload . . .
[CLEF]
Wyclef the multi-talented
Average heads can't handle it
I'll bring it to you live
Only if you want it.
Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's
[C'mon check out my melody]
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.
[PRAZ]
I'm a bring down the ruckus
Play the nutcracker
Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother
Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper,
Boss, you don't want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental,
I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil
[LAURYN]
I'm the L, Won't you pull it
Straight to the head
With the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative
Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
Dreams of euphoria,
Aurora,
To another galaxy
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but (Spooner/Steen)
Well the joint was jumpin'
Maybe I got too high
And the beat was familiar
My feet were too sly
I tried to hustle
I tried to bump
I was always steppin'
When it was time to jump
My baby said quit
I told her I wouldn't
If she asked me today
I'd say I couldn't
Slipped my disco--he slipped his disco
Slipped my disco when I was dancing with you, baby
I begin to wonder
is it worth the pain
Get so twisted
that you wind up lame
Maybe it's my technique
or is it my shoes
Just another white boy
with the disco blues
Sometimes my body does
things that my brain don't understand
I'm not the man I was
but my feet still think I am
And the doctor's busy
He's checking me out
He says I'm crazy
to jump and shout
I said, one more number Doc,
just one more tune
Let me out of this emergency room--and I
Slipped my disco--he slipped his disco
Slipped my disco when I was dancing with you, baby
I begin to wonder
is it worth the pain
Get so twisted
that you wind up lame
Maybe it's my technique
or is it my shoes
Just another white boy
with the disco blues