Stayin’ Alive Wyclef Jean

We got the Refugee Allstars rub-a-dubbing in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Praswell
Nah mean, the streets are getting a little crazy

Looka looka looka looka looka
Looka looka looka here looka shorty got back
Should I ask her for a dance? Hold on - there's too many in the wolf pack
And besides, Dirty Cash talking to her
Buying her fake furs and taking her to The Fever
Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his Benz
She spends his Franklins at the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's all right cause it's Saturday night
So mister funkmaster, pump the Bee Gees
And all you college students, play your Ouijas
Check the spelling: r-e-f-u-g-e-e, get the CD from Sam Goody, hee hee!
You ain't even close with the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat - ah huh ah huh
John Forte, grab the mic, let's sway this way

I'm more than just a rhymer, you still a small timer
Hoping that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tango'd
Your beef don't concern me
I'm eating mangoes in Trinidad with attorneys
My crew's slang flow worldwide like a current
With the every spot where nobody got insurance
Brother, do the math - you ain't half near exotic
My man's claim true; you - forget about it
Po-po just a nuisance, like my influence
Well, recognize you a lie trying do it
Got juice - told your lady
Oops! We Nutz Baby
Smooth and charismatic, automatic
You gonna save me
God bless the dead as my son survives
We strive to teach the youth, baby, and stay alive