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Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz |
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You know I got the reggae mix but this ain't complete |
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Know what I mean, to all the girls I cheated on before |
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Right about now, all my thugs around the world |
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If you love reggae music I want you to do this |
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Check it out, yo |
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Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right |
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Put your lighter in the air, right, right |
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Put your lighter in the air, right, right |
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This is going straight to number one, check it out, yo |
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Chickenhead |
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(Jack it up, jack it up) |
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Hey yo, what's your prize tonight |
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(Yes, we have to jack it up) |
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I see it in your eyes |
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(Yes, we have to jack it up) |
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You'll be alright tonight |
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To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year |
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Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter |
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It's four pages but my name ain't Aaliyah |
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I don't know much about biology or chemistry |
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Failed the S.A.T.'s, study Brooklyn zoology |
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Remember me, Wyclef the memory |
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Ecstasy with no theory of manoghany |
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To be or not to be, last words from Shakespeare |
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But a package says, I wanna get the bitch with no fear |
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A few good men in a new millennium |
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Woman got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man |
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So I've been dead like 100 times |
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Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time |
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She became an infomaniac, wanted it all the time |
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A thin line between love and lust |
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She mistake me for the rapper when I said Canibus |
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Chickenhead |
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(Jack it up, jack it up) |
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Hey yo, what's your prize tonight |
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(Yes, we have to jack it up) |
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I see it in your eyes |
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(Yes, we have to jack it up) |
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You'll be alright tonight |
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To all the girls, I cheated on before |
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Spragga Benz, where're you at, where're you at |
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Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead |
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We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head |
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Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead |
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We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, yo |
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See my gal she a gimme a hug each day I come |
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Each an hour, understand, now she be on the bum |
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Wake up in di morning, all she know we are alone |
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Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on |
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Bust it, man I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill |
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She have faith, she have di skill, I know she want it she will |
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Gimme the right, a me remember, me have to come back for November |
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But the gal fe mi calendar forget that be the day |
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Chickenhead in a di beb, I feel dead, I feel dead |
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We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head |
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Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, Ifeel dead |
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We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up |
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(Yo Spragga Man, what's going on) |
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Chickenhead |
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(Jack it up, jack it up) |
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Hey yo, what's your prize tonight |
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(Yes, we have to jack it up) |
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I see it in your eyes |
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(Yes, we have to jack it up) |
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You'll be alright tonight |
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To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year |
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Yo, yo, from the college dorm, until dusk is dawn |
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I never felt cold until I lost one, don't let go like En Vogue chocked on |
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Clash of the titans, now I'm in my unicorn |
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I left New Jerus', I'm on my way to Brooklawn |
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Someone hit my bumper, I turned around and saw Sharon |
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Got surprised because I saw little Shawn |
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In the passenger seat with a bottle of dom |
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Remain calm, called Cocren on the horn |
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Salaam, warm up the jeep, 'cause a murder about to go on |
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What the bomb bomb but this ain't a reggae song |
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It's like a old flick, Godzilla vs King Kong |
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If you saw the movie than you know what's gonna happen |
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Down South, west coast, than back to Manhattan |
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Like Vanessa from 'Soul food' when she came at night |
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Thank God it was a dream cause I woke up with my wife |
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Chickenhead |
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(Jack it up, jack it up) |
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Hey yo, what's your prize tonight |
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(Yes, we have to jack it up) |
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I see it in your eyes |
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(Yes, we have to jack it up) |
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You'll be alright tonight |
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Thugs around the world, yo |
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Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right |
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Put your lighter in the air, right, right |
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Put your lighter in the air, right, right |
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Salaam Remi, Wyclef Jean, Spragga Benz |
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Nobody's safe no more |
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Lock your door, chickenheads on the loose |
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Ooh aah, I'm out |
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Refugee Camp ABC, for your crews wanna test |
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Good night, good night, good night |
