Thug Angels Lyrics - The Ecleftic: 2 Sides Ii A Book - Wyclef Jean

Refugees yo. all you say 

(Wyclef Jean) 

Dirty Dirty Dirty South 

I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. 

Sold my first A-K 

I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday 

(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play 

(New York city y'all) Police are at the door 

the Magnum was by the ashtray 

(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface 

He woke up in a cardboard box with no space 

with Thug Angels singin, sayin 

(background harmonizing - repeat 2X) 

{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- 

-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.} 

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(Wyclef Jean) - (over harmonizing) 

So you wanna be a thug? 

To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs? 

To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos? 

To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes 

(Wyclef Jean) 

I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta 

Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over? 

He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder 

His face was, pale and long - he looked like Cobey in December 

Now let me ask the truth or somethin - 

should I slow down and be a good camper? 

I heard a young thug scream, 

"It depends what you got in the beamer!" 

Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America 

Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco 

and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer 

Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola 

If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday 

Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday 

Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail 

but you told me that crime payed 

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(Wyclef Jean) 

The Dirty Dirty Dirty South 

I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. 

Sold my first A-K 

I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday 

(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play 

(Hey) Police are at the door 

the Magnum was by the ashtray 

(New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface 

He woke up in a cardboard box with no space 

with Thug Angels singin, sayin 

(background harmonizing - repeat 2X) 

{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- 

-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.} 

(Wyclef Jean) - (over harmonizing) 

So you wanna be a thug? 

My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs? 

My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos? 

To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami 

(Wyclef Jean) 

So you a killer, how many people did you kill? 

You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a? 

For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a 

Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla 

You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla 

Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fiff-a 

Theres two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a coma 

So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker 

(Wyclef Jean) 

At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South 

I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. 

Sold my first A-K 

I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday 

(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play 

(New York City y'all) Police are at the door 

the Magnum was by the ashtray 

(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface 

He woke up in a cardboard box with no space 

with Thug Angels singin, sayin 

(background harmonizing - repeat 4X) 

{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- 

-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh.} 

(Wyclef Jean) - (over harmonizing) 

So you wanna be a thug? 

To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs? 

To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos? 

To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina 

Let me tell you how it really goes 

(rapping) 

(chorus again) 

So you wanna be a thug? 

To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs? 

To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos? 

Thug Angels in the Birmingham 

Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go! 

(Wyclef - with voice box effect) 

Watch out, for the beasts 

Watch out, if you got a seed homie 

cause you don't want your kids growin up 

thinkin they never had no daddy 

Big Pun, rest in peace forever 

Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH 

Slang Tom, rest in peace 

Police is in the news, watch yourself 

Y'all saw what they did to Diallo 

(some man complaining) 

Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911! 

(Wyclef Jean) 

You gon' do WHAT? 

WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder 

WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep 

WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin 

WAIT! Eastern Parkway 

(Haitian singing to end) 

tet zaboka sevi tanyen anba latya aswe m' pap domi gyet gyet manman 

tet zaboka sevi tanyen anba latya aswe m' pap domi gyet gyet manman 

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