Thug Angels (live version) Wyclef Jean (Ft. Small World)
"Thug Angels" by Wyclef Jean (Ft. Small World) is a hip-hop track from 2003 that explores themes of struggle, resilience, and the complexities of street life. The live version features vibrant instrumentation and passionate delivery, emphasizing unity and hope amidst adversity. Its cultural impact resonates with urban communities facing challenges. #HipHop
Refugees yo.. all you say
Dirty dirty dirty south
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A
Sold my first AK
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
The Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He 'bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
With Thug Angels singin', sayin'
(Huh, huh, hu-huuh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Huh, huh, hu-huuh)
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston
You wan' push drugs?
To all my thugs in Memphis
You want the cars in the videos?
To the Jacksonville Thug Angels
Let me tell you how it really goes
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard woop woop, that sound of da police, should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long - he looked like a cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin'
Should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream
"It depends what you got in the beamer"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become most wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
And get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
'Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a weekend in the south in jail
But you told me that crime paid
Dirty dirty dirty south
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A
Sold my first AK
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
The Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He 'bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
With Thug Angels singin', sayin'
(Huh, huh, hu-huuh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Huh, huh, hu-huuh)
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston
You wan' push drugs?
To all my thugs in Memphis
You want the cars in the videos?
To the Jacksonville Thug Angels
Let me tell you how it really goes
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard woop woop, that sound of da police, should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long - he looked like a cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin'
Should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream
"It depends what you got in the beamer"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become most wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
And get Johnnie Cochran to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
'Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a weekend in the south in jail
But you told me that crime paid
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