Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Doesn't Matter, artist - Wyclef Jean. Date of issue: 25.04.2016
Song language: English
It Doesn't Matter |
| Yo, this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp |
| And you’re bout to smell what the Rock is cookin' |
| Yo, this is strictly a club record |
| Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold |
| When the F-L-E-X was spinnin' at the Red Zone, hooded down |
| And these tired bouncers would not let me in |
| YouknowwhatI’msayin? |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| I got fifty Bentley’s in the West Indies |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| Cause if you ain’t sharin, people ain’t carin |
| Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin |
| Back in the days it was all about the clubs |
| And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love |
| The girls, they wouldn’t say HEY! |
| Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday |
| Me, I used to stand outside |
| Hustlin my way in I’m on the guest list plus five! |
| Who’s performin' tonight? |
| He said Shabba |
| Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector |
| (Someone jump the Rock’s up in here) |
| Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear |
| Light up like Vegas when it’s time to gamble |
| Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles |
| But I’m not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney |
| And «Ebony or Ivory» into my Jacuzzi |
| Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk |
| The needle ain’t skip the record jerked |
| Cause y’all jumpin' too hard |
| (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) |
| I got fifty Bentley’s in the West Indies |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| What? |
| I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| Yo, 'cause if you ain’t sharin', people ain’t carin' |
| Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin' |
| Yo, Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley |
| (It doesn’t matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!) |
| How many of y’all ever been to a barbecue |
| And you always got an aunt or uncle |
| Wanna show you how the old dances go |
| And they start it off like this |
| Electric slide on the dance floor |
| Freaky-deaky like Studio 54 |
| GIRLS! |
| Until the IRS raids it |
| Drug money get converted into music |
| The dope man becomes an entertainer |
| Leave that crack alone! |
| I told the customers |
| I’m into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend |
| You want a hit? |
| Give me a guitar and a drum machine |
| And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump |
| I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk |
| Excuse me I gotta cough |
| Girl you wearing so much ice you could freeze New York |
| Your man must really love you, what does he do for a living? |
| (He works on Wall Street he’s only home two nights a week) |
| That’s when she said a little too much conversation |
| Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation |
| So I proceeded with the conversation, I said |
| Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name? |
| (Let's get it straight huh, my name’s Veronica) |
| She had the ass the size of South America |
| She said ain’t you that kid that sing Guantanamera |
| Way before Ricky Martin sung «Livin' La Vida Loca» |
| What hood you come from? |
| I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem |
| The New Jerusalem? |
| Yup, that’s short for New Jersey |
| Checked my watch it was a quarter to three |
| Slid to her crib when we opened the door |
| Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44 |
| Now what it look like, it ain’t really that |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| So he cocked the gat at my top hat |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| Are you crazy? |
| You was married! |
| (It doesn’t matter!) |
| 'Cause if you ain’t sharin', people ain’t carin' |
| Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin' |
| Yeah, that’s when shorty walked up to her man |
| And she said I gotta go I can’t be here no more |
| And she said this |
| Take me home, to the place |
| I belong at the Refugee Camp |
| And the Booga Basement |
| That’s where I live, oh |
| Come on |
| Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records |
| (It doesn’t matter how many records you’ve sold!) |
| Alright I’m with you, yo check it out |
| You wanna go get diamond rings? |
| (It doesn’t matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!) |
| Man listen, listen |
| I just got two new Grammy’s man |
| (It doesn’t matter about your Grammy’s!) |
| It doesn’t matter |