Pullin' Me In Lyrics
| Song | Pullin' Me In |
| Artist | Wyclef Jean |
| Album | The Ecleftic -2 Sides II A Book |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Duplessis, Jean | |
| Intro： | |
| Y'all know y'all done messed up now right? | |
| Mmmm mmmm, fo' real | |
| [opera singing] | |
| You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing | |
| All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same | |
| Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry | |
| And y'all doin the same videos | |
| Shut up, you know you messed up right? | |
| That's why they brought me back in this game | |
| To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm | |
| Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this | |
| Lemme tell you somethin, [what, what] | |
| The real killers, they're standin right over there | |
| Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you | |
| Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo | |
| Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage | |
| To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy | |
| in the front yo, they comin yo | |
| I could never forget the underground hip hop | |
| I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke | |
| Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle | |
| All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin? | |
| Yo | |
| HOOK: | |
| Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin | |
| Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem | |
| Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from | |
| Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin | |
| Kick a little somethin for the street DJs | |
| Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite | |
| I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right | |
| Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here | |
| But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years | |
| New York, on my way to Kennedy airport | |
| L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk | |
| Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house | |
| Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse | |
| What? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassins | |
| Every two lines is killin, or incarceration | |
| Murderation, closed casket cremation | |
| Closest you got to prison was seein barson television | |
| But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon | |
| Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num | |
| All of that, to get your attention | |
| Here's a few things I been dyin to mention | |
| Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel | |
| Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell | |
| Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell* | |
| Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell | |
| Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob | |
| Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make up | |
| Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets | |
| And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z | |
| HOOK [variations] | |
| Kick a little something for the projects Clef | |
| Kick a little something for the hip hop fans | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house | |
| No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts | |
| Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship | |
| Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress | |
| My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart | |
| Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art | |
| And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts | |
| I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking | |
| You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go | |
| And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow | |
| Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire | |
| Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer | |
| Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books | |
| Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked | |
| Man... I miss real MCs | |
| Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti | |
| Before the plane, I used to take the train | |
| Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine | |
| Able's on the roof, cook like a goose | |
| To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof | |
| I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back | |
| Two choices, sell rap or sell crack | |
| Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crack | |
| Cuz the music industry is the same street format | |
| I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival | |
| But yet y'all still wanted more | |
| Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break | |
| I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape | |
| [beatbox] | |
| HOOK [variations] | |
| Kick a little something for the brothers up north |
| zuo ci : Duplessis, Jean | |
| Intro: | |
| Y' all know y' all done messed up now right? | |
| Mmmm mmmm, fo' real | |
| opera singing | |
| You know, you messed up, I' m not laughing | |
| All y' all beats is soundin the same, y' all rhymin the same | |
| Some of y' all even wearing the same jewelry | |
| And y' all doin the same videos | |
| Shut up, you know you messed up right? | |
| That' s why they brought me back in this game | |
| To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm | |
| Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this | |
| Lemme tell you somethin, what, what | |
| The real killers, they' re standin right over there | |
| Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you | |
| Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo | |
| Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage | |
| To just move back a little cuz it' s about to get real rowdy | |
| in the front yo, they comin yo | |
| I could never forget the underground hip hop | |
| I' ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke | |
| Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle | |
| All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin? | |
| Yo | |
| HOOK: | |
| Every time I keep pullin out, y' all keep pullin me in, sin | |
| Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem | |
| Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from | |
| Every time I keep pullin out, y' all keep pullin me in, sin | |
| Kick a little somethin for the street DJs | |
| Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite | |
| I' m in the studio with a gun in my neck it' s all right | |
| Surrounded by gangsters, I don' t know how they got here | |
| But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years | |
| New York, on my way to Kennedy airport | |
| L. A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk | |
| Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house | |
| Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse | |
| What? MCs, y' all aint nothing but assassins | |
| Every two lines is killin, or incarceration | |
| Murderation, closed casket cremation | |
| Closest you got to prison was seein barson television | |
| But I' ma go long as this thug phenomenon | |
| Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Magnum | |
| All of that, to get your attention | |
| Here' s a few things I been dyin to mention | |
| Anyone talk about guns, I' ma buy the cartel | |
| Any more beats soundin the same, I' ma put your MPC to cell | |
| Listen, reminiscing on Nas, It Aint Hard To Tell | |
| Still feel like somebody' s watching me like Rockwell | |
| Talk about diamonds, I' ma kidnap Jacob | |
| Talk about the Fugees, I' ma break up the make up | |
| Put your stake up, I' m about to work my way back to the streets | |
| And y' all wanna bootleg cuz y' all will get JayZ | |
| HOOK variations | |
| Kick a little something for the projects Clef | |
| Kick a little something for the hip hop fans | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Hip hop fans, y' all like the woman in my house | |
| No matter how faithful I am, y' all still have your doubts | |
| Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship | |
| Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress | |
| My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart | |
| Paint murder on the wall just to show y' all some art | |
| And y' all wanna start, and lose body parts | |
| I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking | |
| You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go | |
| And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow | |
| Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire | |
| Dope delivery, but I' m the ghost writer | |
| Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books | |
| Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked | |
| Man... I miss real MCs | |
| Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti | |
| Before the plane, I used to take the train | |
| Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine | |
| Able' s on the roof, cook like a goose | |
| To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof | |
| I' m back in the shack, lay flat on my back | |
| Two choices, sell rap or sell crack | |
| Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I' m sellin crack | |
| Cuz the music industry is the same street format | |
| I sold y' all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival | |
| But yet y' all still wanted more | |
| Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break | |
| I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape | |
| beatbox | |
| HOOK variations | |
| Kick a little something for the brothers up north |
| zuò cí : Duplessis, Jean | |
| Intro: | |
| Y' all know y' all done messed up now right? | |
| Mmmm mmmm, fo' real | |
| opera singing | |
| You know, you messed up, I' m not laughing | |
| All y' all beats is soundin the same, y' all rhymin the same | |
| Some of y' all even wearing the same jewelry | |
| And y' all doin the same videos | |
| Shut up, you know you messed up right? | |
| That' s why they brought me back in this game | |
| To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm | |
| Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this | |
| Lemme tell you somethin, what, what | |
| The real killers, they' re standin right over there | |
| Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you | |
| Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo | |
| Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage | |
| To just move back a little cuz it' s about to get real rowdy | |
| in the front yo, they comin yo | |
| I could never forget the underground hip hop | |
| I' ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke | |
| Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle | |
| All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin? | |
| Yo | |
| HOOK: | |
| Every time I keep pullin out, y' all keep pullin me in, sin | |
| Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem | |
| Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from | |
| Every time I keep pullin out, y' all keep pullin me in, sin | |
| Kick a little somethin for the street DJs | |
| Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite | |
| I' m in the studio with a gun in my neck it' s all right | |
| Surrounded by gangsters, I don' t know how they got here | |
| But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years | |
| New York, on my way to Kennedy airport | |
| L. A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk | |
| Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house | |
| Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse | |
| What? MCs, y' all aint nothing but assassins | |
| Every two lines is killin, or incarceration | |
| Murderation, closed casket cremation | |
| Closest you got to prison was seein barson television | |
| But I' ma go long as this thug phenomenon | |
| Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Magnum | |
| All of that, to get your attention | |
| Here' s a few things I been dyin to mention | |
| Anyone talk about guns, I' ma buy the cartel | |
| Any more beats soundin the same, I' ma put your MPC to cell | |
| Listen, reminiscing on Nas, It Aint Hard To Tell | |
| Still feel like somebody' s watching me like Rockwell | |
| Talk about diamonds, I' ma kidnap Jacob | |
| Talk about the Fugees, I' ma break up the make up | |
| Put your stake up, I' m about to work my way back to the streets | |
| And y' all wanna bootleg cuz y' all will get JayZ | |
| HOOK variations | |
| Kick a little something for the projects Clef | |
| Kick a little something for the hip hop fans | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Hip hop fans, y' all like the woman in my house | |
| No matter how faithful I am, y' all still have your doubts | |
| Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship | |
| Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress | |
| My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart | |
| Paint murder on the wall just to show y' all some art | |
| And y' all wanna start, and lose body parts | |
| I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking | |
| You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go | |
| And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow | |
| Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire | |
| Dope delivery, but I' m the ghost writer | |
| Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books | |
| Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked | |
| Man... I miss real MCs | |
| Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti | |
| Before the plane, I used to take the train | |
| Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine | |
| Able' s on the roof, cook like a goose | |
| To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof | |
| I' m back in the shack, lay flat on my back | |
| Two choices, sell rap or sell crack | |
| Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I' m sellin crack | |
| Cuz the music industry is the same street format | |
| I sold y' all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival | |
| But yet y' all still wanted more | |
| Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break | |
| I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape | |
| beatbox | |
| HOOK variations | |
| Kick a little something for the brothers up north |
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