[The Rock]
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Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
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And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cooking
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[Wyclef Jean](The Rock)
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Yo this is strictly a club record
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Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
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When the LFEX was spinning at the Red Zone
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Putting it down
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And the tired bouncers would not let me in
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Know what I'm saying?
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
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(It doesn't matter)
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I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
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(It doesn't matter)
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I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
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(It doesn't matter)
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Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
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Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing
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Back in the days it was all about the clubs
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And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
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The girls, they wouldn't say HEY!
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Unless you bought 慹m champagne like it was their birthday
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Me I used to hustle my way in
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I'm on the guest list plus five!
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Who's performing tonight?
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He said Shabba
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Mister Lover that be needy and selective
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(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)
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Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
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Light up like Vegas when its time to gamble
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Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
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But I'm not honey
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But I could be your Paul McCartney
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An ebony or ivory into my Jacuzzi
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Foundation like Cool Hirth as DJ Red Alert go bizzerk
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The needle ain't skip the record jerked
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Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
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(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
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[Wyclef](The Rock)
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I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
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(It doesn't matter)
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I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
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(It doesn't matter)
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What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
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(It doesn't matter)
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Yo cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
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Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing
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Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley
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(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley)
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[Wyclef](Melky Sedeck)
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How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
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And you always got an Uncle Juan that wanna show you
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How all the dances go
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And they start it off like this
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Electric side on the dance floor
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Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
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GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it
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Drug money get converted into music
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The dope man becomes an entertainer
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Leave that crack alone!
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I told the customers
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I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
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You want a hit?
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Give me a guitar and a drum machine
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And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
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I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
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Excuse me I gotta cough
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Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York
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You're man must really love you
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What does he do for a living?
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(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
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That's when she said a little too much conversation
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I think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
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So I proceeded with the compensation, I said
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Can I offer you a glass of Merrill Mrs. No Name?
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(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)
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She had the ass the size of South America
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She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
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Way before Ricky Martin started Livin' La Vida Loca
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What hood you come from?
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I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
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The New Jerusalem yeah that's short for New Jersey
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Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
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Slid to her crib when we opened the door
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Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44
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[Wyclef](The Rock)
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Now what it look like, it ain't really that
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(It doesn't matter)
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So he cocked the gat at my top hat
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(It doesn't matter)
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Are you crazy? You was married!
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(It doesn't matter)
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Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
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Come up in....
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It Doesn`t Matter (Featuring The Rock TM, Melky Sedeck)
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| Wyclef Jean |
