Wyclef Jean - Thug Angels (live version) lyrics

Refugees yo.. all you say Dirty dirty dirty south I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A Sold my first AK 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' (Huh, huh, hu-huuh Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Huh, huh, hu-huuh) So you wanna be a thug? To all my thugs in Houston You wan' push d**? 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 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 a cold day 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 Johnnie 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 weekend in the south in jail But you told me that crime paid The dirty dirty dirty south I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A Sold my first AK 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' (Huh, huh, hu-huuh Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Huh, huh, hu-huuh) So you wanna be a thug? My thugs in Chicago You wan' push d**? My thugs in Orlando Tou want the cars in the videos? To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami... So you a k**er, how many people did you k**? You a dealer, how many d** did you deal-a? For'reall-a, used to sell crack on the hill-a Yeah right, my name is Elvis and your wife is Priscilla You're an actor, you need a part in this thrilla Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fiff-a There's 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 At the dirty dirty dirty south I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A Sold my first AK 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' (Huh, huh, hu-huuh Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Huh, huh, hu-huuh) So you wanna be a thug? To my thugs in Tampa You wan' push d**? 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 (Small World verse) At the dirty dirty dirty south I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A Sold my first AK I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody Sunday (What about Uptown?) They need to chill with the gun play (Hey) Police are at the door The Magnum was by the ashtray (Little Haiti y'all) He 'bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica) He woke up in a cardboard box with no space With Thug Angels singin', sayin' (Huh, huh, hu-huuh Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Huh, huh, hu-huuh) So you wanna be a thug? To my thugs in ATL You wan' push d**? 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 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 liquor, haaa Slang Tom, rest in peace To the outsiders, pour some liquor, haaa (Let's go) Police is in the news, watch yourself Y'all saw what they did to Diallo Hey, no pushin' Back up, back up, back up, back up (Get your hands out my pocket) Y'all know, like I said on my last album The record's not over yet Back up, back up, back up (You n***a, you betta turn music down, I call 911) You gon' do what? Woy! Yo, turn up your musics louder Woy! All my people in the system Jeep Woy! All my people goin' to school early in the mornin' Woy! All my people in the college doors, talk to them (Haitian singing to end) Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w; aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi — Yas! Yas manman Grenn zaboka sèvi zorye, anba latcha. Aswè a m p'ap domi? Yas! Yas manman Woy! BouleYard Woy! Miami Woy! Haiti Woy! All my people in the back, let me see your hands up Woy! All my people in the front, let me see your hands up Woy! We ain't gon stop this CD, come on Woy! Got up my man up in here, all the way from Haiti Woy! He wanna talk to y'all, yo tell em that time is it, yo Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w; aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi — Yas! Yas manman Grenn zaboka sevi zòriye anba l'acha'w; aswè-a m'p'ap dòmi — Yas! Yas manman Woy! Eastern parkway Woy! (unintelligible) Woy! Anybody in the front, let me see those hands up Woy! Aight, on the count of three, we gonna jump, come on Woy! One! Two! Woy! One! Two! One, two, three, four Woy!