Текст песни Canibus - Gone Till November
Canibus - Gone Till November слова песни
[wyclef jean]Tell me how you like itRight about now I know yall diggin this, so just...Turn up, your radio wherever you atWe about to bring itThis is wyclef jean up here ("word to wyclef" - busta rhymes sample)With canibus workin the night shift ("word to wyclef")Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air ("word to wyclef")And sing this song with us ("word to wyclef")Yo, r. kelly, ya ready? come on[r. kelly]Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)Girl, you turn around and cryI ask myself oh, why ohhh why... (uh-huh, uh-huh)See youve got to understandI cant work a nine to fiveSo Ill be gone... till november[wyclef + khadejiah bass]Tell me say michelle, my belleYo Ill be gone till novemberStandin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocksGuaranteed to get set up, by crooked copMichelle, my belle (you was wrong)I know its wrong, I wrote this rap songForgive me when Im gone, me and canibusWe workin the night shift, shift, shift[wyclef jean]I got it made, hey last word from the hustlerHey, young clef, take care of your motherLooked at him and replied, "yo, daddy where you goin? "He said, "to baltimore," hell be back in the morninGave my mom a hug for her soul when she cryEvery man want heaven, no man want dieVanished through the door, all I saw was his shadowHeard mom echo, "i dont wanna be a widow"Thats when I realized, death was aheadOld man pulled off, in a black caravanWith some dark skinned brothers who looked sicilianSinging karma karma karma karma karma cha-me-leon[pras/dirty cash]Yeah, yeah, check it, cant stop the shininYou wanna stop the shinin? no doubt, ahh[wyclef jean]Everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle)See you must understand (uh-huh, uh-huh)I cant work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh)So Ill be gone, till november (uh-huh, uh-huh)[wyclef + khadejiah bass]Tell me say michelle, my belleYo, Ill be gone till novemberStanding on the block where the spot get hot selling rocksGuaranteed to get set up by a crooked copTell me say michelle, my belle (you was wrong)I know its wrong, I wrote this rap songForgive me when Im gone, me and canibus (soooo wronnnng)We workin the night shift, shift, shift[canibus]Me and clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half poundOrgan imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than yallIm telling you god, aint nobody reppin this hard since genghis khanWe raise hell til the heavens fallMe and my fugee affiliates buildin, wit plans to make millionsOver a quiet game of billiardsBlack sicilians, the descendants of west indian pilgrimsWith the power to collapse buildingsRiding across the ocean floor like poseidon on a seahorseTo reach our overseas toursBy the middle of march, when the pregnancy startsIn my ladys placenta, Ill be gone till november (come on)[r. kelly + wyclef]Now everytime I make a runGirl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle, uh-huh)See youve got to understand (uh-huh)I cant work a nine to five (uh-huh)So Ill be gone, till november[wyclef + khadejiah bass]Tell me say michelle, my belleYo Ill be gone till novemberStandin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocksGuaranteed to get set up by a crooked copMichelle, my belle (you was wrong)I know its wrong, I wrote this rap songForgive me when Im gone, me and canibusWe workin the night shift, shift, shift(are you a) s-o, s-o(a meanine) so-so, so-so[wyclef jean]You gave the feds more info than sammy "the bull" gravanoJeremiah wore the wire, snitch on zachariahIn return the feds offer the throne to nebkenezer[canibus]Trust me, you dont wanna be the one we bring it toOur lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserableYou aint invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at youPoint you out to some people thatll physically injure you[wyclef jean]Its like lord, take this ass whippin some moreLike jay-z, "pa-pas," someone pass the guaze[r. kelly + wyclef]Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh)Girl, you turn around and cryI ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle)See youve got to understandI cant work a 9 to 5So Ill be gone, till november...