Q-tip - Luck of Lucien lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip] Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other Listen very close cause I don't like to boast Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail We ain't on sale, so your rumor starts to wail Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail? Deport you back to France on a ship with a sail Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails (Hey yo Tip, what's wrong with snails?) From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris Came to America to find liberty Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me Oh, luck-luck will drive your bu*t batty Next time you get some wheels, make it a Caddy In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could But listen, brother man, I really think you can Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back It's the creme de la creme, and you can vouch for that It'll take a minute, rice, so take my advice Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien - you should know! [Verse 2: Q-Tip] Are you ready, Lu? This one is for you Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe "¿Cómo está usted?" or "Comment allez-vous" Lucien, I'll leave it up to you Voulez-vous? (vous) Rendez-vous (vous) Coucou (cou) .. Les poupous (pou) Watch that la**, gonna backlash fast Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip? Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin VCR from a neck-bone bummin' $10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin' Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin' Gave him the money, well, I thought that was somethin Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific This is a song that is long and prolific Think of the stuff that I said if you can Figure it out, compute, understand No problemo, I'll help you with your demo If you go to the store for me Lucien, I'm just kiddin' You should know! [Verse 3: Q-Tip] You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin' Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance With the French "savoir faire" and the s**y glance But is she really fly, or is she a guy? I won't ask why, cause I know that you try You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle? Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little? Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown I had to make the sound, his life is too profound On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup Young and naive, it's hard to believe As long as you're strong, you can quest with the Questers Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien You should know!