Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz
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You know I got the reggae mix but this ain't complete
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Know what I mean? To all the girls I cheated on before
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Right about now all my thugs around the world
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If you love reggae music I want you to do this
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Check it out, yo
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Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
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Put your lighter in the air, right, right
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Put your lighter in the air, right, right
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This is going straight to number one, check it out, yo
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Chicken head
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(Jack it up, jack it up)
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Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
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(Yes, we have to jack it up)
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I see it in your eyes
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(Yes, we have to jack it up)
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You'll be alright tonight
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To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
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Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter
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It's four pages but my name ain't Aaliyah
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I don't know much about biology or chemistry
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Failed the S.A.T.'s, study Brooklyn zoology
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Remember me, Wyclef, the memory
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Ecstasy with no theory of manoghany
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To be or not to be, last words from Shakespeare
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But a package says I wanna get the bitch with no fear
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A few good men in a new millennium
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Woman got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man
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So I've been dead like hundred times
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Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time
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She became an infomaniac, wanted it all the time
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A thin line between love and lust
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She mistake me for the rapper when I said Can-I-Bus
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Chickenhead
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(Jack it up, jack it up)
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Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
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(Yes, we have to jack it up)
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I see it in your eyes
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(Yes, we have to jack it up)
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You'll be alright tonight
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(To all the girls I cheated on before)
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(Spragga Benz, where're you at, wher're you at?)
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Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead
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We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head
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Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead
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We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, yo
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See my gal, she a gimme a hug each day I come
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Each an hour, understand, now she be on the bum
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Wake up in di morning, all she know we are alone
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Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on
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Bust it, man, I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill
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She have faith, she have di skill
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I know she want it she will
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Gimme the right, a me remember
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Me have to come back for November
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But the gal fe mi calendar forget that be the day
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Chickenhead in a di beb, I feel dead, I feel dead
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We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head
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Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead
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We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up
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(Yo Spragga Man, what's going on?)
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Chicken head
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(Jack it up, jack it up)
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Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
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(Yes, we have to jack it up)
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I see it in your eyes
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(Yes, we have to jack it up)
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You'll be alright tonight
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To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
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Yo, yo, from the college dorm, until dusk is dawn
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I never felt cold until I lost one
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Don't let go like En Vogue chocked on
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Clash of the titans, now I'm in my unicorn
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I left New Jerus, I'm on my way to Brooklawn
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Someone hit my bumper, I turned around and saw Sharon
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Got surprised because I saw little Shawn
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In the passenger seat with a bottle of dom
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Remain calm, called Cocren on the horn
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Salaam, warm up the jeep 'cause a murder about to go on
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What the bomb, bomb but this ain't a reggae song
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It's like a old flick, Godzilla vs King Kong
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If you saw the movie than you know what's gonna happen
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Down South, West Coast, than back to Manhattan
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Like Vanessa from "Soul food" when she came at night
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Thank God, it was a dream 'cause I woke up with my wife
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Chicken head
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(Jack it up, jack it up)
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Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
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(Yes, we have to jack it up)
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I see it in your eyes
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(Yes, we have to jack it up)
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You'll be alright tonight
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Thugs around the world, yo
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Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
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Put your lighter in the air, right, right
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Put your lighter in the air, right, right
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Salaam Remi, Wyclef Jean, Spragga Benz
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Nobody's safe no more
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Lock your door, chicken heads on the loose
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Oah, I'm out, refugee Camp
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