Song: Bubblegoose
Arstis: Wyclef
Album: The Carnival
When I was young mama bought me a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said just keep all of the lyrics hard core
Listen to my talkin' guitar I'm on the corner with my
Hey kids, gather round it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell here we go
1---Sit right back and you'll here a tale of a hustler round my way
----Who used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
----Black BMW's 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 okay what should I write next
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call is 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 who make you, them 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 o'clock 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, this 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
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You're shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thinkin', Should I fire or hold back on ammunition
On your weak transition
My mission, like Take 6, is 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 psycho, 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 you 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