| Yo, I’m happy to be in the South
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| To set off my tour in the countryside
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| But who better to set it off for me
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| Than this man right here
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| Yo, this Kenny Rogers chillin' on the
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| Country side with men like Wyclef
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| (Uh, huh)
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| Jerry Wonder
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| (Uh, huh)
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| Big Jack
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| (Mm, hmm)
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| Big Beast
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| (Mm, hmm)
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| And we gon' do something like this for you
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| You got to know when to hold 'em
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Know when to fold 'em
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| (DJ's, DJ’s)
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| Know when to walk away
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| (Hip hop, hip hop)
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| Know when to run
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| You got to count your dub-plates
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| (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
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| Before you touch the turntables
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| (All hoods)
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| 'Cause if you run out of big tunes
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| That means your sound is done
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| (Y'all ready?)
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| You got to know when to hold 'em
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| Know when to fold 'em
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| (Soundbwoys)
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| Know when to walk away
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| Know when to run
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| You got to count your dub-plates
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| Before you touch the turntables
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| (DJ's)
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| 'Cause if you run out of big tunes
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| That means your sound is done
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| Get the hell up, 'Clef said, get the hell up
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| Now throw your hands in the sky
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| (Bo, bo, bo, bo)
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| Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps, y’all, whassup?
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| Ladies lookin' hot and pretty
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| Doin' your thing in the club high saditty
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| Worldwide, the gritty committee pity the fool that
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| Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
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| (You got to know when to hold 'em)
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| Y’all know the name
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| Same assassin from before but the beat just changed a little
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| who flip flows
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| That got women in they thongs gettin' on but not Sisqo
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| Select your squad team and your itch
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| Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego
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| No disrespect to soundbwoy but you better step away from me
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| Easily defeat Measley MC’s and tease you
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| Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through
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| You got to know when to hold 'em
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| Know when to fold 'em
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| (Soundbwoys)
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| Know when to walk away
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| Know when to run
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| You got to count your dub-plates
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| Before you touch the turntables
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| (DJ's)
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| 'Cause if you run out of big tunes
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| That means your sound is done
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| C’mon, c’mon
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| (Get the hell up)
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| Soundbwoys
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| ('Clef said, get the hell up)
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| (Now throw your hands in the sky)
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| Yo, this combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai
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| Feel the boogie, boogie Henny got me tipsy, tipsy
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| Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? |
| No way, this can’t be
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| 48 tracks, country meets rap
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| Put this on full blast, I’m about to break all formats
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| My destiny is to lead while y’all follow
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| This is Showtime and I’m Live at the Apollo
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| You got to know when to hold 'em
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| (Soundbwoys)
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| Know when to fold 'em
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| (Emcees)
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| Know when to walk away
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Know when to run
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| You got to count your dub-plates
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| Before you touch the turntables
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| (DJ's)
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| 'Cause if you run out of big tunes
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| That means your sound is done |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk Away , by - Wyclef Jean. Song from the album 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