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Wyclef Jean( Nel Ust Wyclef Jean )
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Gone Till November (The Makin' Runs Remix)
Lyricist:Michael Craig, Roy Hay, Wyclef Jean, John Lennon, Paul Mccartney, John Moss, George O'dowd, Phil Pickett
Tell me how you like it Right about now I know y'all diggin' this So just turn up, your radio wherever you at We about to bring it
This is Wyclef Jean up here with Canibus Workin' the night shift , yo We want all the ladies to put your hands in the air And sing this song with us, yo R. Kelly, ya ready? Come on
Now every time I make a run Girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself oh, why oh, why?
See you've got to understand I can't work a nine to five So I'll be gone till November
Tell me say, Michelle, my belle Yo, I'll be gone till November, standin' on the block Where the spot get hot, sellin' rocks Guaranteed to get set up by crooked cop
Michelle, my belle I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus We workin' the night shift
I got it made, hey, last word from the hustler 'Hey, young 'Clef, take care of your mother' Looked at him and replied, 'Yo, daddy where you goin'?' He said, 'To Baltimore,' he'll be back in the mornin'
Gave my mama hug for her soul when she cry Every man want heaven, no man want die Vanished through the door, all I saw was his shadow Heard mom echo, 'I don't wanna be a widow'
That's when I realized, death was ahead Old man pulled off in a black caravan With some dark skinned brothers who looked Sicilian Singin' 'Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma Chameleon'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, check it Can't stop the shinin' You wanna stop the shinin'?
Now every time I make a run Girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself oh, why oh, why?
See you must understand I can't work a nine to five So I'll be gone till November
Tell me say, Michelle, my belle Yo, I'll be gone till November, standin' on the block Where the spot get hot, sellin' rocks Guaranteed to get set up by crooked cop Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Tell me say, Michelle, my belle I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus We workin' the night shift
Me and 'Clef, we ready to get it on The three and a half pound organ Embedded in our skulls Is what makes us better than y'all
I'm tellin' you God Ain't nobody reppin' this hard Since Genghis Khan We raise Hell till the heavens fall
Me and my Fugee affiliates Buildin', wit plans to make millions Over a quiet game of billiards
Black Sicilians The descendants of West Indian pilgrims With the power to collapse buildings
Ridin' across the ocean floor Like Poseidon on a seahorse To reach our overseas tours
By the middle of March When the pregnancy starts In my lady's placenta I'll be gone till November
Now every time I make a run Girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself oh, why oh, why?
See you've got to understand I can't work a nine to five So I'll be gone till November
Tell me say Michelle, my belle Yo I'll be gone till November, standin' on the block Where the spot get hot, sellin' rocks Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop
Tell me say Michelle, my belle I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus We workin' the night shift, shift, shift
Shake it, East Coast, shake it West Coast shake it Down South shake it South side shake it
Somebody said Jersey's up and here We're Brooklyinites Canibus, Wyclef, R Kelly What time is it?
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