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Refugees yo.. all you say





[Wyclef Jean]


Dirty Dirty Dirty South


I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.


Sold my first A-K


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





[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]


{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-


-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}





[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)


So you wanna be a thug?


To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?


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





[Wyclef Jean]


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 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 Johnny 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 week hangin in the South in jail


but you told me that crime pay





[Wyclef Jean]


The Dirty Dirty Dirty South


I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.


Sold my first A-K


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





[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]


{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-


-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}





[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)


So you wanna be a thug?


My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs?


My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos?


To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami





[Wyclef Jean]


So you a killer, how many people did you kill?


You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a?


For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a


Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla


You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla


Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a


It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma


So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker





[Wyclef Jean]


At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South


I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.


Sold my first A-K


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





[background harmonizing - repeat 4X]


{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-


-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}





[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)


So you wanna be a thug?


To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?


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


So you wanna be a thug?


To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?


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!





[Wyclef - with voice box effect]


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 liqour, AHHH


Slang Tom, rest in peace


Police is in the news, watch yourself


Y'all saw what they did to Diallo





[some man complaining]


Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!





[Wyclef Jean]


You gon' do WHAT?


WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder


WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep


WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin


WAIT! Eastern Parkway





[Haitian singing to end]