Текст песни Wyclef Jean f Canibus, R. Kelly, Khadeji - Gone Til November (The Makin` Runs Remix
Wyclef Jean f Canibus, R. Kelly, Khadeji - Gone Til November (The Makin` Runs Remix слова песни
* send all corrections to janis@betatesters.com[Wyclef Jean]Tell me how you like itRight about now I know y`all 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)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 you`ve got to understandI can`t work a nine to fiveSo I`ll be gone... til November[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]Tell me say Michelle, my belleYo I`ll be gone til 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 it`s wrong, I wrote this rap songForgive me when I`m 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," he`ll 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 don`t wanna be a widow"That`s 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[Prazwell/Dirty Cash]Yeah, yeah, check it, can`t 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 can`t work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh)So I`ll be gone, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh)[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]Tell me say Michelle, my belleYo, I`ll be gone til 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 it`s wrong, I wrote this rap songForgive me when I`m 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 y`allI`m telling you God, ain`t 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 lady`s placenta, I`ll 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 you`ve got to understand (uh-huh)I can`t work a nine to five (uh-huh)So I`ll be gone, til November[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]Tell me say Michelle, my belleYo I`ll be gone til 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 it`s wrong, I wrote this rap songForgive me when I`m 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 Neb`kenezer[Canibus]Trust me, you don`t wanna be the one we bring it toOur lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserableYou ain`t invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at youPoint you out to some people that`ll physically injure you[Wyclef Jean]It`s like Lord, take this ass whippin some moreLike Jay-Z, "pa-pa`s," 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 you`ve got to understandI can`t work a 9 to 5So I`ll be gone, til November...