Tytuł: Low Income

• Wykonawca: Wyclef Jean
• Wyświetleń: 356

[Intro]
  Let um feel the beat first
  I'm bout to come through your stereo
  Should I rhyme or start with the hook?
  Start with the hook
  
  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 now you act so berserk
  Thank God it's Friday
  What's the track, what's the track girl?
  She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
  (I wanna thank my hood)
  
  [Verse 1]
  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 goin on?
  Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
  MC's in the industry
  You wanna tip?
  Don't let them pimp you like Goldy
  And tell Sony they better have my money
  Cause I play wit the Comodores and be 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)
  [Chorus]
  To my people cuttin hair in the shops
  Thank God it's Friday
  To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
  Yo, it's Friday
  To my people that don't got no job
  Everyday it's Friday
  What's the track, what's the track yo?
  She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
  All the Ladies sing
  
  [Ladies]
  I don't feel
  Like cookin you no breakfast
  This mornin
  (Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
  
  [Guys]
  Well, you don't have
  to cook me breakfast
  Cause your girlfriend will
  After you leave
  (I wanna thank my hood)
  
  [Verse 2]
  For the love of money
  I know kids who'll slit your throat
  Friday the 13th
  Jason wit a trench coat
  But you can't scare Suzie
  Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi
  Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done
  Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
  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 then you better pack your heat in
  And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
  I still poor liquor
  1 draw on the cocoa leaf
  Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
  Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic
  You wit Wyclef you getting in
  If not, then we gonna 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 track, what's the track 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 sweatin up in the chop shops
  Yo, it's Friday
  To my people who don't got no job
  Everyday it's Friday
  What's the track, what's the track yo?
  She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
  All the Ladies sing
  
  [Ladies]
  I don't feel
  Like cookin you no breakfast
  This mornin
  (Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
  
  [Guys]
  Well, you don't have
  to cook me breakfast
  Cause your girlfriend will
  After you leave
  
  [Guitar Solo]
  
  (Daddy, play that guitar)