Yo, this is
The
Rock kickin' it with the
Refugee
Camp
and you're about to smell what
The
Rock is cookin'.
Yo, this is strictly a club record
dedicated to anybody who used to
stand outside in the cold
when the
FLEX was spinning at the rest home.
But it's now.
Let me tell you,
mountains will not let me in,
you know what I'm saying?
Yo, yo, yo, I got 50
Bentleys 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 sharing,
people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and they
take everything you're wearing
Back in the days it was all about the clubs
An d so -called thugs used to
dance the break for love
The girls, they wouldn't say hey
Unless you bought them champagne
like it was their birthday
Me? I used to stand outside
Hustling my way and I'm on
the guest list plus five
Just per forming tonight, he said,
Shabba, it's the lovers,
I believe he the selector
Stop, jump the rocks up in here
Disrespect
MCs and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like
Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls keep doin' me like I
was part of the
Beatles
But I'm not, honey, but I could be your
Paul
McCartney
And
Ebony or
Ivory in to my
Jacuzzi
Foundation like
Kool
Herc, a
DJ
Red
Alert goes berserk
The needle ain't skipped,
the record's jerk
Cause y 'all jumpin' too hard
I got 50
Bentley's in the
West
Indies
It doesn't matter
I got a pocket full of cheese an
d a garden full of trees
It doesn't matter
What? I just won the bingo, bought a crib in
Rio
Ten thousand miles
Yo, cause if you ain't sharing,
people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and they
take everything you're wearing
Yo
Rock, I just bought a fresh
Bentley
It doesn't matter if it's
just bought a fresh
Bentley
How many of y ever been to a barbecue
And you always gotta honor
Uncle
Juan to show you how the old dances go
And they started off like this
Electric slide on the dance floor
Freaky deaky like
Stu dio 54, girl
Until the
IRS raised it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that cracker, girl,
I'm full of customers
I'm into figuring better things,
Mr.
Fiend
You wanna hit,
give me a guitar and a drum machine
And a crowd to scream loud
when the bass stomp
I can smell it in the air,
the smell is something
Excuse me, I gotta cough
Girl, you wearing so much ice
you could freeze
New
York
Your mamma's really lucky,
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 wanna indulge in
lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation
Said, man, I offer you a glass of
Merlot,
Mrs.
No
Name
Let's get it straight, hun,
my name's
Veronica
She had to ask the size of
South
America
She said ain't you that
kid that's in
Guantanamera
Way before
Ricky
Martin's done living
La
Vida
Loca
What hood you come from?
I was raised in
Brooklyn but did my studies in
Jer usalem
The new
Jerusalem?
Yup, that's short for
New
Jersey
Check my watch, it was quarter to three
Slid through a crib when
we opened the door
Her man was on the bottom,
waiting for her with a four -four
Now what it look like?
It ain't really that
Rick
Rosenthal!
So he cocked the gat, and my top hat
Rick
Rosenthal!
Are you crazy?
You was married?
Because if you ain't sharing,
people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and they
take everything
you're wearing
Yeah, that's when
Shorty walked up to a 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
Put the rest if you can
In a better basement
That's where I'll be
Come on
Yo,
Rock, man, I sold like 17
million records,
It doesn't matter how many
records you sold
Yo, check it out,
you wanna go get some 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
Grammys, man
It doesn't matter about your
Grammys
Ta -ra.
Wyclef Jean 
