Wyclef Jean - Bubblegoose lyrics

When I was young, Mama bought me a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw
The lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talking guitar
I'm on the corner with my
Hey kids, gather around
It's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, here we go

Sit right back and hear a tale
Of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock, around the block
From where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But, you can catch a
Bullet in your bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, okay
What should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know
Success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings
Collect caller from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice
I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you
Them too can break you
They plan an execution like Fu Manchu"
"Who?" "You know the character from
Channel 5 kung-fu (Wahoo) "
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you"
"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann" "Uh, huh"
"Who used to sell bang" "Uh, huh"
"DT's found his hand in
The back of Bennigans" "What?"
"In a plastic bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge
12-o-clock sharp" "If not, at the funeral
You gotta play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and
Make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting
I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn
I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck

Sit right back and hear a tale
Of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock, around the block
From where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night he jumped, out the car
And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But, you can catch a
Bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thinkin'
"Should I fire or hold back on ammunition
On your wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got
Me wearin' black gloves you up in my face
I see the fear in your eyes
You gonna feel the pain like
A grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my left
But my right hand's on your throat
Massaging you to death
You provoke the psycho, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well
I'm in your window, oh oh you hear me Urkel
Your blood will turn purple
Like the color, you holler
Bawlin' for your mother
No one hears you even though you knock
You used to walk around the
Block with the diddy-bop
Things done changed since your spot got hot
Now you got your knot wocked
With your very own Glock

Sit right back and hear a tale
Of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block
From where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be wit'cha girl gettin' loose
But, you can catch a bullet in your goose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But, you can catch a bullet in your goose