Song | However You Want It |
Artist | Wyclef Jean |
Album | The Ecleftic -2 Sides II A Book |
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! |
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! |