
My Generation DJ Absolut (Ft. Bounty Killer, Jim Jones, Pitbull & Wyclef Jean)
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[Hook]
Every block got crips, even schools got bloods
Everywhere got eses, eses
With the wrong colors hear, you shot like a dear
This things getting messy, messy
Hes in a gang, shes in a gang
Pop up, show off your bang bang, bang
But I cry, cry, cry, for my generation
Only god knows!
[Bridge: Wyclef Jean]
Here they come, y'all (x7)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
Left from Morgan, Bushwick, Flatbush
Reason they call it Flatbush
Police come, get flat
push the bush in the bush
for nigga back and brains to get gushed
Thats the life in Brooklyn New York
Then I moved to Jersey where they still cause more spur
One chaca, two chaca, three chaca, four chaca
But your life worth more than that Ford Explorer
Critics say this the secret to my longevity
I got many styles, many styles
For example this is the one and this is
na, na, na, na, na me
Still got the swag and me me me mo me
Many wanna beat me
but they can't copy copy copy copy(copy copy)
But they can only be one fugees
[?]
What we have will have my lighter on
My watch will blind the sun
And the Herb we smoke are from Solomon
But I cry, cry, cry for my generation!
Every block got crips, even schools got bloods
Everywhere got eses, eses
With the wrong colors hear, you shot like a dear
This things getting messy, messy
Hes in a gang, shes in a gang
Pop up, show off your bang bang, bang
But I cry, cry, cry, for my generation
Only god knows!
[Bridge: Wyclef Jean]
Here they come, y'all (x7)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
Left from Morgan, Bushwick, Flatbush
Reason they call it Flatbush
Police come, get flat
push the bush in the bush
for nigga back and brains to get gushed
Thats the life in Brooklyn New York
Then I moved to Jersey where they still cause more spur
One chaca, two chaca, three chaca, four chaca
But your life worth more than that Ford Explorer
Critics say this the secret to my longevity
I got many styles, many styles
For example this is the one and this is
na, na, na, na, na me
Still got the swag and me me me mo me
Many wanna beat me
but they can't copy copy copy copy(copy copy)
But they can only be one fugees
[?]
What we have will have my lighter on
My watch will blind the sun
And the Herb we smoke are from Solomon
But I cry, cry, cry for my generation!
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