Wyclef Jean - Bubblegoose Lyrics
Intro: (1st half sung, 2nd half spoken)When I was young, mama played a guitarA microphone and she said Id go farShe said, just keep all the lyrics hardcoreListen to my talk and get up, Im on the corner with my...Hey kids, gather around, its wyclef and melky sedeckI got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we goChorus: (sung)Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler round my wayHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayedBlack bmw with rims to match, windows bulletproofOne night, he jumped out the carAnd caught a bullet in his bubblegooseHe caught a bullet in his bubblegooseHe caught a bullet in his bubblegooseYou can be at the party gettin looseBut you can catch a bullet in your bubblegooseVerse 1:Hey yo, hey yo, my pens in my hand, what should I write next?Oh yeah, and if you dont know, success brings stressIm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from jeffThe operator say, if you accept, say yesyes, whats the deal, son?yo, I got bad newsYo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street bluesthe friends will make you, then too can break youThey plan an execution like fu man chuwho?you know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)slow down, man, jeff, Im losin youhey yo, your cousin rohann...uh-huhwho used to sell banguh-huhdts found his hand in the back of binnigans...what?in a plastic bag with a note attachedsaying what?a million and a half or he wont be backso meet me by the brooklyn bridge, 12:00 sharpif not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harpYo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?Dont they know like sting, I can turn this murder into art?I jumped into my car, theres gotta be a jokeTraffics backed up, whos in town, the pope?S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked leftTo my surprise, it was my sis, melky sedeckRepeat chorusVerse 2:Youre shootin in the opposite positionIm thiniin, should I fire or hold back on ammunitionOn your wig transition?My mission, like take 6, is to spread loveBut all you screwed mugs got me wearin black glovesYou up in my face, I see the fear in your eyesYou wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin circumcisedShalom, shalom, pardon my leftBut my right hands on your throat, massaging you to deathYou provoke the cycle, call michaelYoure lookin in the mirror, well, Im in your window, oh ohYou hear me urkel, your blood will turn purpleLike the colour, you holler, ballin for your motherNo-one hears you even though you knockYou used to walk around the block with the daily rockThings done changed since your spark got hotNow you got your knot wocked with your very own glockChorus 2:Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler round my wayHe used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayedBlack bmw with rims to match, windows bulletproofOne night, he jumped out the carAnd caught a bullet in his bubblegooseHe caught a bullet in his bubblegooseHe caught a bullet in his bubblegooseYou can be witcha girl gettin looseBut you can catch a bullet in your gooseHe caught a bullet in his bubblegooseHe caught a bullet in his bubblegooseYou can be at the party gettin looseBut you can catch a bullet in your goose
