Lyrics Wyclef Jean

Wyclef Jean

Bubblegoose

When I was young, Mama played a guitar

A microphone and she said I'd go far

She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"

Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...

Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck

I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way

He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed

Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof

One night, he jumped out the car

and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

You can be at the party gettin' loose

But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next?

Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress

I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff

The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"

"Yes, what's the deal, son?"

"Yo, I got bad news"

Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues

"The friends will make you, then too can break you

They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"

"Who?"

"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"

"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you"

"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..."

"Uh-huh"

"Who used to sell bang"

"Uh-huh"

"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..."

"What?"

"In a plastic bag with a note attached"

"Saying what?"

"A million and a half or he won't be back"

"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"

"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"

Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?

Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?

I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke

Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?

S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left

To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way

He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed

Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof

One night, he jumped out the car

and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

You can be at the party gettin' loose

But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the opposite position

I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition

On your wig transition?"

My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love

But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves

You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes

You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised

Shalom, shalom, pardon my left

But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death

You provoke the cycle, call Michael

You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh

You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple

Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother

No-one hears you even though you knock

You used to walk around the block with the daily rock

Things done changed since your spark got hot

Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way

He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed

Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof

One night, he jumped out the car

and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

You can be witcha girl gettin' loose

But you can catch a bullet in your goose

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

You can be at the party gettin' loose

But you can catch a bullet in your goose