Low Income Lyrics - The Ecleftic: 2 Sides Ii A Book - Wyclef Jean

Intro: 

Let um feel the beat first 

I'm bout to come through your stereo 

Should my rhyme 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) 

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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) 

Photos 

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 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: 

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 Firday 

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: 

You don't have 

To cook me breakfast 

Cause your girlfriend will 

After you leave 

Guitar Solo 

(Daddy, play that guitar)