It seems like the only way you
Is when I throw the autotune on my voice
So rep yo city rep yo city
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
Ain't nothing you gon' tell
Go on tell me that my mama
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names could neva hurt me
How does it feel when you u see me
Some don't like me cause I
I can't be about 40 still on the block
Look at you bout 50 still on the block
Talkin' bout you got swag doin'
When I was young it was you I watched
I said I wouldn't make the same mistakes
You know the life of the refugee
In any second I can become a deportee
So when you talk about you got checks
Cause cash that we got it
And the cars that we drop they
This ain't a rap song it's the truth
Google Wyclef Jean if you
And if you want me to sign you
you got to be tri langual
Ask IMPOSS he got the tri
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
Ain't nothing you gon' tell
Go on tell me that my mama use
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names could neva hurt me Mr.
How does it feel when you u see me
Came from dirt, now my polo shirt; not
Y'all didn't know my lingo's tri
My single; achete li..., achete le...
...UN... gotta cop ...deux...
All dem dudez from my block
be screamin ... rouge et blue ...
And dem cops on the block be
aimin ... ouvre les yeux...
Oh if you don't want anotha riot
Stop firin at the innocent Mr. Sergeant!
Yeah, hey time got hard but
Girls who didn't like us now they call us
Slow motion: now they wanna wine slow
All cause my flow's sick you could
Box hataz, on my coner got Wyclef
I push your mind right cause
I don't throw no weak left
Every hit is a knock out punch
came from nothing now you see me
Surpass everybody by a landslide
Fly first class now I'm up in N.Y
To be the champ I'm not by my self
I got all young Haitian slumdog millionaire
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
Ain't nothing you gon' tell me
Go on tell me that my mama use
but names could neva hurt me
Lil Haiti we here Montreal,
I'm a young Haitian slumdog millionaire
Ain't nothing you gon' tell
Go on tell me that my mama
Haitian slumdog millionaire
If IMPOSS can do it.so can
Wyclef Commander and chief
N'ale Jerry Wonda on the cooka
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