Wyclef Jean - Red Light District Lyrics
IntroYeh, ohh!Check me out, lookIt goes love, hate, pleasure and painFo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)And last album, they don't like me to tell thisDebuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)That's what they tellin me, switch up your melodyThrough with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers feloniesSo they can lock us up one at a timeBut true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our linesAnd if you not feelin I'm the cream of the cropI'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!Still you lookin at a man that's financially stableOnly nigga gettin checks cut from four different labelsThat Pillsbury dough, women poke my gutsStill I walk around the streets like I'm broke as *****So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moodyIt's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena bootyMe and Shaka still starvin and lookin for mealsAnd HEADS UP!Ludacris is almost out of his dealI'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACKAnd for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACKMad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottomThough I make big money, still handle small problemsThe ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHITI'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!
