Bubblegoose Lyrics - Singles - Jean Wyclef

When I was young, Mama bought me a guitar 

A microphone and she said I'd go far 

She said, "Just keep it raw, the lyrics hardcore" 

Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my 

Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck 

I got a story to tell, here we go 

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way 

He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed 

Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof 

One night, he jumped out the car 

And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

You can be at the party gettin' loose 

But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose 

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write next? 

Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress 

I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller from Jeff 

The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" 

"Yes, what's the deal, son?" 

"Yo, I got bad news" 

Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues 

"The friends will make you, them too can break you 

They plan an execution like Fu Manchu" 

"Who?" 

"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" 

"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you" 

"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..." 

"Uh-huh" 

"Who used to sell bang" 

"Uh-huh" 

"DT's found his hand in the back of Bennigans" 

"What?" 

"In a plastic bag with a note attached" 

"Saying what?" 

"A million and a half or he won't be back" 

"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp" 

"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp" 

Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part? 

Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? 

I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke 

Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope? 

S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left 

To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck 

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way 

He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed 

Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof 

One night, he jumped out the car 

And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

You can be at the party gettin' loose 

But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose 

You're shootin' in the opposite position 

I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition 

On your wig transition?" 

My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love 

But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves 

You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes 

You gonna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised 

Shalom, shalom, pardon my left 

But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death 

You provoke the cycle, call Michael 

You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh 

You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple 

Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for your mother 

No-one hears you even though you knock 

You used to walk around the block with the daily rock 

Things done changed since your spark got hot 

Now you got your knot wocked with your very own Glock 

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way 

He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed 

Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof 

One night, he jumped out the car 

And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

You can be witcha girl gettin' loose 

But you can catch a bullet in your goose 

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose 

You can be at the party gettin' loose 

But you can catch a bullet in your goose