Intro: (1st half sung, 2nd half spoken)
When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I’d go far
She said, Just keep all 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, heeeeeeere we go
Chorus: (sung)
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
Verse 1:
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen’s in my hand, what should
I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don’t know, success brings
stress
I’m vexed, my phone rings, collect call 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 ill
street blues
The friends will make you, then too can break you
They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu
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 Binnigans…
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
Repeat chorus
Verse 2:
You’re shootin’ in the opposite position
I’m thiniin’, 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 wanna 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 colour, you holler, ballin’ 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
Chorus 2:
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
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