Conexión Caribeña

(albüm: Wyclef Goes Back To School - Volume 1 - 2019)

[The Cryptic:]
Its that white boy, its that white boy, its that white boy
Hits music

This a caribbean connection
Wyclef should've won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria
This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock

Yeah, this one is for Johnny, yeah
And he used to drive an Audi, he had money like a Saudi, yeah
Yo quiero mucho dinero, yeah, mi padre fue on Machetero
Hoodie on like Carmelo, yeah, y mami eres lo que quiero
Now that I hit 'em with Spanish I'ma go back in my bag, yeah
I'ma go get to the money and vanish, never come back, yeah
If I had a million dollars I would probably spend it on Channel
And I would give my girl a Birkin bag, and she used to wear them Birkenstocks
I'm a ball player how I work the clock, yeah, yeah
Fuck generational wealth, I want Arabian wealth
Got a couple lawyers on retainer they can never take me to jail
I got a black card and a black suburban that's a black car
Walk in to Saks Fifth and I buy all the Gucci duffels, yeah
I need Migos for the ad-libs, Goyard bags, I'll buy a couple
I don't do no talking, I ain't into gossip
In a black Suburban like I'm in the congress
Puerto Rican and a Haitian rapper
Yeah, you might've thought we was in the tropics
If you got a problem, we can get it popping
Heard Wyclef is going back to school so I decided to apply to college, yeah
Yeah, yeah

This a caribbean connection
Wyclef should've won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria
This here's for [?], daddy grew up on Pun's block
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock

[Wyclef Jean:]
Sweet dreams are made of these
She told me just believe
But why do we die like trees
Only the make-believe
Sweet dreams are made of these
She told me just believe
But why do we die like trees
Only the make-believe

Switch up! [?] before you drippy-drippy, litty-litty
I was smoking Kermit watching Mrs. Piggy
Seen the boomerang rang before Eddy Murphy
Seen the stranger things and the wall pulling on me
Pass the gasolina, the devils seed
Jesus got the [?], just smoking haze
Jimmy Hendrix blamed it on that purple haze
Thugs crying in the elevator, purple rain
Wait a minute, came to play
House party, bring the molly
I got ziggy, sticky-icky
Is he richy, shut up white boy, kill the pussy
I still pack a man like I'm AC-DC

[The Cryptic:]
This a caribbean connection
Wyclef should've won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria
This here's for [?], daddy grew up on Pun's block
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock