| [Wyclef Jean] We got the ReFugees All Stars rub-a-dubbin in the club Wyclef Jean... John Forte... Prazwell Knahmean the streets are gettin a little crazy Verse 1 Looka looka looka looka looka looka looka Looka here look at shorty got back, should I ask her for a dance, hold on, there's too many in the wolf pack And besides, Dirty Cash talkin to her Buyin her fake furs and takin her to the Fever Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his Benz She spends his Franklins at the malls with her friends Material girl, livin in a material world But it's alright, cause it's Saturday night So mista funkmaster pump the BeeGees And all you college students playin ouijas check the spellin, RE, FUGE E get the CD from Sam Goody he he You ain't even close wit the rhymes that you wrote Don't be mad cause you broke Let me clear my throat, ah huh ah huh, John Forte Grab the mic and won't you sway it this way Verse 2 [John Forte] I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer Hopin that the game treat that ass a little kinder Every step tangoed, your beef don't concern me I'm eatin mangos in Trinadad wit attorneys (oh yeah) My crew slang flow worldwide like a current Went to every spot, where nobody got insurance Brother do the math, you ain't half near exotic My man's claim true, you, forget about it Po-Po just a nuisance, like my influence Well recognized you a lie tryin to do it Got juice told your lady, oops, we nuts baby Smooth and charismatic automatic you gon save me (Forte) God bless ... |
