[Intro: Sample & Wyclef Jean]
Bling, bling! Who's that with Supercat
(Third Eye!, Third Eye!)
Yes black, where all my troopers at
(Uptown!, Uptown!)
Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
[Pre-Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
It was the Fourth of July, I heard the cherry bomb bang
"Stay in the house, that's the sound of the gangs, Clef"
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin, "Keep breathing"
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean & (Small World)]
Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(But that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear
(California, California) I got my gun and nine
(From Hollywood to your neck of the hood)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin' in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin' with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol when all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, Godfather III in the DVD
They hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no cell-y phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleek & Jerome
("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
(He a rap artist)
("I don't care, he got the wrong colors over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
I'm surprised, 'cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
And come to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam
Now you standin' in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the Son of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
'Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection
Bling, bling! Who's that with Supercat
(Third Eye!, Third Eye!)
Yes black, where all my troopers at
(Uptown!, Uptown!)
Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
[Pre-Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
It was the Fourth of July, I heard the cherry bomb bang
"Stay in the house, that's the sound of the gangs, Clef"
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin, "Keep breathing"
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean & (Small World)]
Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(But that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear
(California, California) I got my gun and nine
(From Hollywood to your neck of the hood)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin' in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin' with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol when all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, Godfather III in the DVD
They hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no cell-y phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleek & Jerome
("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
(He a rap artist)
("I don't care, he got the wrong colors over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
I'm surprised, 'cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
And come to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam
Now you standin' in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the Son of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
'Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection
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