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Low Income
Wyclef Jean; Beast; 718 Crew
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Let 'em feel the beat first
(Yo, what's up, Clef? This is ya little sister, Rose of Sharon)
(Gimme a call back when you get from your tour)
I'm 'bout to come through your stereo
('Cause this is Friday and I need some money to go chill with my crew, so call me back)
Should I rhyme or start with the hook?
(Start with the hook) start with the hook, okay
To my people who don't wanna go to work, thank God, it's Friday
Cover me she 'bout to put up her skirt, thank God, it's Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk? Thank God, it's Friday
What's the drag, what's the drag, girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
(I wanna thank my hood)
For makin' me a star, before I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar
Before the fame, way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage, dreamin' I'm on stage
At 17, I left the house
'Cause my father was a minister and I didn't want the Marvin route
What's going on?
Today, to sell a song, you need a video with soft porn
MCs in the industry, you want a tip?
Don't let 'em pimp you like Goldie
And tell Sony they better have my money
'Cause I play with the Commodores and leave like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry
That if 50 Cent came to rob me he'd be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)
Yo, to my people cuttin' hair in the shops, thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin' up in the chop shop, yo, it's Friday
To my people that don't got no job, every day is Friday
What's the drag, what's the drag, yo?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
All the ladies sing
I don't feel like cooking you no breakfast this morning
(All my hoodlums say)
Well, you don't have to cook me breakfast
'Cause your girlfriend will after you leave (I wanna thank my hood)
For the love of money, I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th, Jason with a trench coat
But you can't scare Suzie
'Cause her man got so many Uzis you'd think he was Gaddafi
Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done
Crystal clear so it could shine with a diamond
It's such a shame what happened last week
Man, they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York "I ain't sleepin'
You want to be clubbin' you better pack your heat in"
And to my man G Swar, rest in peace
I still pour liquor, one draw of the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale, smoke, vanish
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic
You with Wyclef, you getting in
If not, we gon' make CNN
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who don't wanna go to work, thank God, it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt, thank God, it's Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk? Thank God, it's Friday
What's the drag? What's the drag, girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
Yo, to my people cuttin' here in the shops, thank God, it's Friday
To the thugs sweating up in they chop shop, yo, it's Friday
To my people that don't got no job, every day is Friday
What's the drag? What's the drag, yo?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
All the ladies sing
I don't feel like cooking you no breakfast this morning
(All my hoodlums say)
Well, you don't have to cook me breakfast
'Cause your girlfriend will after you leave
Daddy, play that guitar
Ayo, I almost forgot, to all the haters who try and hate on my brother
Y'all can never defeat us, we're like roaches
The more you kill us, the more we multiply
When he's through, I'm coming after y'all cats
And when I'm through my kids coming after y'all
Y'all can never defeat the Jean family, suckers
I'd like to give a shoutout to my babies, Keith, Elijah, Junior
Ray, Joshua, SOMS clique
And the peoples that's locked down, keeps your head up, baby
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