Bad Boy’s Da Band, Wyclef Jean - Do You Know lyrics

Y'all hear the guitars
Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me
I have officially made the band
I'm a rockstar

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Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do do you know
So where you from?

Where chicks rock Air Force 1's
Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from

Where they don't rock Air Force 1's
We hit the block out the
Spots holding Air Force guns
So where you from

Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots
A deuce deuce in my tube
Socks inching the shoe man where you from

Where guerillas don't be messing with cops
You catch a case
Go on the run and still hugging the block

So what you doing

Big Ballin' money makin and flossin'
Sean Johnin' you know how we
Do it in New Orleans so what you doing

What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big
I'm cockin it back the mack crack
Crackin' your wig man what you doing

Man I'm minding my bizz I'm
Trying to feed my kids
I can't starve dog I need my rib
Yo what you doing

Shuttin' broads down believe me
On my grind all night cause
Your girl is greedy whoooo

Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do do you know all I know
Somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke
I don't find that funny

All I know
That chicks better respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother
But, I still will spank ya

All I know is this project living and sh
What could you tell me
If you ain't never been in this here

All I know
My flow put me through better doors
And bought two gold pedals
For that Bentley Azure, euurrrke

Please, don't give up, on your life
Ghetto child, it's alright, it's alright

The sun will come out, tomorrow
Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go, so we go
When the sun come out to shine
I'd be so ready for die now
Forgive me for my sins
But, I still holding me nine ah
VIP looking for another man for rob now
Just another way for escape Riker's Island

I'm gonna prove to these dudes
I can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours
With that steam on you, blakoww

I wanna prove i'm a superstar
My rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
You know who we are

I gonna prove it
That Babs is the best in the game
So thugs hold on tight
Like I'm snatching your chain

And I'm gonna prove it
To the chicks that cold shouldered me
And the record labels
That chose to look over me, ha
I ain't going back to jail
To a pack of Oodles and Noodles
In the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard
We rushing the guards
We taking over it's a riot
Gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels
Waiting for in the peel is all the way real
We peel penintentiary steel, come on

Do you knoooowwww Ohhhh
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do (You gotta know)
Do you know

Bad Boy, Refugee camp collabo, let's go
Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing

Chopper City straight out of New Orleans
The infamous Freddy P from the M-IA

It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
Dylan Dillinger doing me thing

E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling
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