To my country of Haiti (Chorus) Hold on, be strong No matter what you're goin' through You know it's gon' be okay, okay, today Even when the earth quakes (Wyclef
I dedicate this record the carnival to all you brothers takin' long trips Down south, Virginia, Baltimore all round the world And your girl gets this
Yeah, it's those Jersey boys I heard a man say Jesus walks Me, myself I heard Jesus talk 'Cause when I heard this beat I felt Jesus force I heard it
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J I serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks
(Wyclef) This one goes for every girl holding they man down, And every man holding they girl down, yeah I'm on the Ducati, I can't even see the needle
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, "I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love
to take this pressure no more And O.G. told me, "Young man that life's too short" So leave ya kids at home, meet me on the dance floor Yo, Wyclef you
Ladies and gentlemen The Preacher?s son Patti LaBelle is in the buildin? Let?s celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque, how we used to do On the
I'm Buju Banton with the Preacher's Son Who gave the orders For them to go? Alright Who gave the orders? Martin was shut down, alright Who gave the orders
To my people doing time To my people rest in peace Y'all ready for the refugee camp? Introducing Earth, Wind and Fire Yeah, yeah, yeah Come on, come on
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2 The Clef is back with some adjustments Refugee camp Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin
It's a class reunion You come home from the ATM Oh yeah Monica you ready? Oh yeah Man she look so good Rollin' through the hood God bless the dead Jerry
I wanna thank y'all for coming to see the preacher's son tonight Thank you, fellas, hold on to your girl right now Yeah right now we're gonna slow the
Every woman have a snapping point You don't want her to snap no Someone stop Linda She just left the crib with a beretta She's on her way to pop her
I am your doctor, yeah yeah yeah Here's the prescription Girl, two teaspoons of my friendship A full cup of my love Yo Wayne Wonder, you ready to talk
Reilly said, "Yep, yep" Did you get it? I stays on your mind like a fitted Like did it make you walk for cheapstakes to the city? Rough chick, dirty jeans
The preacher's son with the rebel music Rebel music, put the peace sign up now Rebel music, all my gangs put the peace sign up now Rebel music, everywhere
