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Tytuł: Oh What A Night

  • Wykonawca: Wyclef Jean
  • Wy¶wietleń: 283
[Inrto: Wyclef]
  It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's
  going to happen, ya know mean?
  All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da dang"
  Then it all got it started for me, man
  Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man
  What it be like, man?
  Yo, bust it, turn me up
  Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
  make it anywhere else, man
  Somehow I believe that shhhh
  
  [Chorus (Wyclef)]
  Oh, what a night
  Late December, 1993 (what happened?)
  Who thought he would rule the industry?
  What an MC on the grind
  
  [Wyclef]
  Yo, I ain't always have whips, I ain't always have yachts
  I ain't always have chips, I ain't always have rocks
  Matta fact I was a grimey little negro
  Who said if music didn't work, I'd sell diesel
  What cha'll thought, I wasn't raised in the projects?
  First of the month waitin for that PA check
  Lived on the first floor
  Were so poor that if you rung the buzzer the roaches would answer the door (who is it?)
  I went from boy to man in one night
  When I saw my life flash like light from poltergeist
  What made it worse, I couldn't speak English
  But from his facial expressions, he wanted my Adidas
  So hurry up and come out and play
  I'll be damned if I leave bare-footed in this hallway
  And I got big plans, so beg your pardon
  Cause next year this time I'ma sell out the Garden
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Wyclef]
  Yo, yo, I ain't gonna brag and boast and say I did it all
  But I'm the only rapper to play Carnegie Hall
  The first rap group, video cost a million
  First rapper to ever rep for the Haitians
  And sa fa say, na boolay
  Grammy night, we took 3 away
  22 million sold, I can't believe this
  There's still ain't a rapper alive who could achieve this
  But I ain't satisfied, when back to my home contemplating
  How could I become the next Quincy Jones?
  That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said
  "Clef, your on the cover of
  the cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones"
  No more struggling, good life we loving it
  You could live it too, if you only publish it
  So here we go, so what's the scenario?
  I own so many cars that I'm renting 'em for videos
  
  [Chorus]