Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Wanna Go Outside, artist - Wyclef Jean. Album song From the Hut, to the Projects to the Mansion (DJ Drama Presents Wyclef Jean a.k.a. Toussaint St. Jean), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.11.2009
Record label: Carnival House
Song language: English
You Don't Wanna Go Outside |
Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz |
You know I gotta do a reggae mix but this ain’t complete |
Know what I mean? |
to all the girls I cheated on before |
Right about now, all my thugs around the world |
If you love reggae music I want you to do this |
Check it out, yo |
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right |
Put your lighter in the air, right, right |
Put your lighter in the air, right, right |
This is going straight to number one, check it out, yo |
Chickenhead (Jack it up, jack it up) |
Hey yo, what’s your prize tonight (Yes, we have to jack it up) |
I see it in your eyes (Yes, we have to jack it up) |
You’ll be alright tonight |
To all the girls I cheated on before, it’s a new year |
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter |
It’s four pages but my name ain’t Aaliyah |
I don’t know much about biology or chemistry |
Failed the S.A.T.'s, studied Brooklyn zoology |
Remember me, Wyclef the memory |
Ecstasy with no theory of monogamy |
To be or not to be? |
last words from Shakespeare |
But a package says I wanna get the bitch with no fear |
A few good men in a new millennium |
Woman got a new law, if you cheat you’re a dead man |
So I’ve been dead like one hundred times |
Ask Cyndi Lauper, she’ll tell you time after time |
She became a nymphomaniac, wanted it all the time |
A thin line between love and lust |
She mistake me for the rapper when I said Can-I-Bus |
Chickenhead (Jack it up, jack it up) |
Hey yo, what’s your prize tonight (Yes, we have to jack it up) |
I see it in your eyes (Yes, we have to jack it up) |
You’ll be alright tonight |
[To all the girls I cheated on before, Spragga Benz, where’re you at |
Wher’re you at] |
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead |
We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head |
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead |
We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, yo |
See my gal she a gimme a hug each day I come |
Each an hour, understand, now she be on the bum |
Wake up in di morning, all she know we are alone |
Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on |
Bust it, man I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill |
She have faith, she have di skill, I know she want it she will |
Gimme the right, a me remember, me have to come back for November |
But the gal fe mi calendar forget that be the day |
Chickenhead in a di beb, I feel dead, I feel dead |
We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head |
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, Ifeel dead |
We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up |
(Yo Spragga Man, what’s going on) |
Chickenhead (Jack it up, jack it up) |
Hey yo, what’s your prize tonight (Yes, we have to jack it up) |
I see it in your eyes (Yes, we have to jack it up) |
You’ll be alright tonight |
To all the girls I cheated on before, it’s a new year |
Yo, yo, from the college dorm, until the dusk is dawn |
I never felt cold until I lost one |
Don’t let go like En Vogue choked on |
Clash of the titans, now I’m in my unicorn |
I left New Jerus, I’m on my way to Brooklawn |
Someone hit my bumper, I turned around and saw Sharon |
Got surprised because I saw little Shawn |
In the passenger seat with a bottle of Dom |
Remain calm, called Cochran on the horn |
Salaam, warm up the jeep, cause a murder about to go on |
What the bomb bomb but this ain’t a reggae song |
It’s like a old flick, Godzilla vs King Kong |
If you saw the movie than you know what’s gonna happen |
Down South, West Coast, than back to Manhattan |
Like Vanessa from «Soul food» when she came at night |
Thank God it was a dream 'cause I woke up with my wife |
Chickenhead (Jack it up, jack it up) |
Hey yo, what’s your prize tonight (Yes, we have to jack it up) |
I see it in your eyes (Yes, we have to jack it up) |
You’ll be alright tonight |
Thugs around the world, yo |
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right |
Put your lighter in the air, right, right |
Put your lighter in the air, right, right |
Salaam Remi, Wyclef Jean, Spragga Benz |
Nobody’s safe no more |
Lock your door, chickenheads on the loose |
Ooooooooooooooaah, I’m out |
Refugee Camp ABC, for your crews that wanna test |
Good night, good night, good night |