(feat. Small World)
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[Small World]
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Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?
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(The ride, the ride)
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Yes black, where's my jewels at?
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(Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...)
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[Wyclef Jean]
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Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
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Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
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This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
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I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
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Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's
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It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
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Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef
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By the time we figured out what happened
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I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
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Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
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I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
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(but that ain't right y'all)
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DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE!
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That cemetery gear (California, California)
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I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
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[Wyclef Jean]
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True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted
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Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted
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The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's
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Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
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Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
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Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
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Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
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But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
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Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze"
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Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD
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They hoppin, they take your car for a spin
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It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
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There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home
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Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome
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("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
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He a rap artist
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("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear")
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Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
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I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
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And come to find out that you never held a chrome
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And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam
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Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn
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Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
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The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
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Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
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Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
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I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
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(but that ain't right y'all)
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DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
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That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)
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I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
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[Small World]
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Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you
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How could you have slipped through
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while I was detecting the trick that's in you
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Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
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We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been
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cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?
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It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
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That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
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Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
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Adrenaline's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
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You never knew bout how we play these innings
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But you about to play the commission
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Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing
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The real is missing but the fraud is evident
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ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
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Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
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Damn Paul, what's that huh?
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Let me get that, with the quick snatch
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If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back
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And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
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Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
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I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
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(but that ain't right y'all)
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DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
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That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)
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I got my gun and nine fr om Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
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[Outro: Wyclef Jean]
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Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight
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Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight
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Colours, put away your colours whoa, colours...
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Hollywood To Hollywood
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| Wyclef Jean |
