However You Want It Lyrics
| Song | However You Want It |
| Artist | Wyclef Jean |
| Album | The Ecleftic -2 Sides II A Book |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Duplessis, Jean | |
| HOOK： | |
| However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts | |
| Your body carried out the church | |
| Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!) | |
| They shoulda took me first | |
| However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts | |
| Your body carried out the church | |
| Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...) | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Aiyyo | |
| What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston | |
| Cuz *My Love's your Love* will be my slugs wit blood | |
| For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang | |
| Find yourself in the river with the rest of them | |
| Wake up, wake up, I'm in a nightmare dream | |
| Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines | |
| Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist | |
| Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line | |
| You look strange, shootin victims at close range | |
| And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain | |
| Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel | |
| Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples | |
| Which one, look through the crowd son | |
| You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm | |
| The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual | |
| A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial | |
| I heard he's lethal and I'm too rusty to battle him | |
| Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again* | |
| It never happen, watch who you call fam | |
| On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man | |
| Predicted platinum, way before it happened | |
| So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum | |
| And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record? | |
| C'mon! | |
| HOOK | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula | |
| Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar | |
| Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch | |
| If I wasn't rappin, I'd take that stash in your left socks | |
| Don't make me raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo | |
| So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones | |
| Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers | |
| Orderin Don P, you couldn't pay for one beer | |
| Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard | |
| Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard | |
| You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys | |
| Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride | |
| Cuz you aint comin back no more | |
| We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore | |
| You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic | |
| Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life | |
| Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn't wanna do | |
| Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true | |
| HOOK | |
| Outro: | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| I say *No Woman, No Cry* like I should own a piece of the estate | |
| But at the tribute they didn't invite me | |
| So I put in a call to Halis Alassi | |
| He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!) | |
| Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot | |
| Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING! |
| zuo ci : Duplessis, Jean | |
| HOOK: | |
| However you want it, you don' t want it, cuz when you get it it hurts | |
| Your body carried out the church | |
| Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... oh my baby! | |
| They shoulda took me first | |
| However you want it, you don' t want it, cuz when you get it it hurts | |
| Your body carried out the church | |
| Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... oh... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Aiyyo | |
| What y' all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston | |
| Cuz My Love' s your Love will be my slugs wit blood | |
| For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang | |
| Find yourself in the river with the rest of them | |
| Wake up, wake up, I' m in a nightmare dream | |
| Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines | |
| Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist | |
| Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line | |
| You look strange, shootin victims at close range | |
| And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain | |
| Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel | |
| Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples | |
| Which one, look through the crowd son | |
| You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm | |
| The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual | |
| A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial | |
| I heard he' s lethal and I' m too rusty to battle him | |
| Me being rusty is like Biggie not being Born Again | |
| It never happen, watch who you call fam | |
| On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man | |
| Predicted platinum, way before it happened | |
| So that' s why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum | |
| And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record? | |
| C' mon! | |
| HOOK | |
| Verse 2 | |
| You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula | |
| Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar | |
| Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch | |
| If I wasn' t rappin, I' d take that stash in your left socks | |
| Don' t make me raise my voice cuz I' m masterin a coo | |
| So, and besides when they find you you' ll be bones | |
| Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers | |
| Orderin Don P, you couldn' t pay for one beer | |
| Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard | |
| Take thirty of y' all to murder one kid on the boulevard | |
| You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys | |
| Here' s my advice, leave the ring with your bride | |
| Cuz you aint comin back no more | |
| We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore | |
| You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic | |
| Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life | |
| Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn' t wanna do | |
| Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true | |
| HOOK | |
| Outro: | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| I say No Woman, No Cry like I should own a piece of the estate | |
| But at the tribute they didn' t invite me | |
| So I put in a call to Halis Alassi | |
| He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! | |
| Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto' s red hot | |
| Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING! |
| zuò cí : Duplessis, Jean | |
| HOOK: | |
| However you want it, you don' t want it, cuz when you get it it hurts | |
| Your body carried out the church | |
| Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... oh my baby! | |
| They shoulda took me first | |
| However you want it, you don' t want it, cuz when you get it it hurts | |
| Your body carried out the church | |
| Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... oh... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Aiyyo | |
| What y' all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston | |
| Cuz My Love' s your Love will be my slugs wit blood | |
| For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang | |
| Find yourself in the river with the rest of them | |
| Wake up, wake up, I' m in a nightmare dream | |
| Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines | |
| Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist | |
| Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line | |
| You look strange, shootin victims at close range | |
| And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain | |
| Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel | |
| Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples | |
| Which one, look through the crowd son | |
| You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm | |
| The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual | |
| A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial | |
| I heard he' s lethal and I' m too rusty to battle him | |
| Me being rusty is like Biggie not being Born Again | |
| It never happen, watch who you call fam | |
| On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man | |
| Predicted platinum, way before it happened | |
| So that' s why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum | |
| And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record? | |
| C' mon! | |
| HOOK | |
| Verse 2 | |
| You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula | |
| Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar | |
| Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch | |
| If I wasn' t rappin, I' d take that stash in your left socks | |
| Don' t make me raise my voice cuz I' m masterin a coo | |
| So, and besides when they find you you' ll be bones | |
| Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers | |
| Orderin Don P, you couldn' t pay for one beer | |
| Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard | |
| Take thirty of y' all to murder one kid on the boulevard | |
| You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys | |
| Here' s my advice, leave the ring with your bride | |
| Cuz you aint comin back no more | |
| We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore | |
| You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic | |
| Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life | |
| Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn' t wanna do | |
| Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true | |
| HOOK | |
| Outro: | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| Should I take them? Should I wait? | |
| I say No Woman, No Cry like I should own a piece of the estate | |
| But at the tribute they didn' t invite me | |
| So I put in a call to Halis Alassi | |
| He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! | |
| Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto' s red hot | |
| Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING! |
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