We got the Refugees, All -Stars,
Robert Doven in the club,
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Boswell.
The streets are getting a little crazy.
Lookie, lookie, lookie, lookie,
lookie, lookie, lookie here,
Should I ask him for a dance?
Hold on, there's too many
And besides, Dirty Cat's talking to her
and taking her to the fever
Quiet as it's kept, ain't even it's been
She spends his rent cleans,
hit the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's alright, cause it's Saturday night
So Mr. Funkmaster, pump the BGs
And all you college students
Check the spelling, R -E -F -U -G -E -E
Get the CD from Sam Goody, hee
with the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat, uh -huh, uh -huh
John Forte, grab the mic,
I'm more than just a rhymer,
treat that ass a lil' kinder
your beef don't concern me
in Trinidad with attorneys
My groove slang flow worldwide
where nobody got insurance
My men's claim true, you forget about it
Ho -ho, just a nuisance, like my influence
Well recognized, you a lie, trying to do it
Got juice, told your lady,
automatic, you gon' save me
God bless the dead as my son survived
Jump for it, say, and watch your lady
Alright, make sure you're on 30, yeah
If you got more than a dollar
in your pocket right now,
Well, you can't tell by the way I roll
Shawty that I'm a ladies man,
multi -million pension plan
to make moves without the fan
Keep it intact, real class, do the track
John, play the Mac while I pay the tax
watching suspects steal my assets
Drinks at the bar, my American Express
the cop a pull up, pull up
Them a cuff up, cuff up, you,
Now you shook up, shook up,
cause you lock up, lock up
Man, I love up, love up you,
Hey yo, John is chillin',
One more, can I say, we livin'
That's what we got, we got it good
And since you understood, we beat
Yeah, live at the carnival 9 -7,
Can't wanna stop the shinin'?
You wanna stop the shinin'?
You wanna stop the shinin'?
You wanna stop the shinin'?