[Intro: DJ Jah Walton]
Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward"
You requested it, so we rewind
(Come on)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
Wait a second, draw back, ban this, here I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took my coat with a stun gun
On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume?
Heads got felt in the force, I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin duck hunt
In Avenue D, in Brooklyn, New York City
Ever since I used my man, I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop, I'm wanted by the block
I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top
'Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
The Privates' don't make the orders, it's the General that makes the wig-wack
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap
And at night, I was back and the Jeep, got attacked by a gang that sold crack
But the posse was strapped, it was nothin' but crap
I got cuffed in the back, in the jail there were rats
So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap
Though I wish I could zap outta here, but I quack like a dog
That pass gas, so I put the gas mask on the mic
There were blasts, 'cause I do it, it's my task
And all the jumper the guys that I see to me pass the class
Check out the vocab, it don't got nothin' to do with the gift of gab
If you're good, you're good; if you're bad, you're bad
Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward"
You requested it, so we rewind
(Come on)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
Wait a second, draw back, ban this, here I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took my coat with a stun gun
On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume?
Heads got felt in the force, I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin duck hunt
In Avenue D, in Brooklyn, New York City
Ever since I used my man, I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop, I'm wanted by the block
I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top
'Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
The Privates' don't make the orders, it's the General that makes the wig-wack
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap
And at night, I was back and the Jeep, got attacked by a gang that sold crack
But the posse was strapped, it was nothin' but crap
I got cuffed in the back, in the jail there were rats
So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap
Though I wish I could zap outta here, but I quack like a dog
That pass gas, so I put the gas mask on the mic
There were blasts, 'cause I do it, it's my task
And all the jumper the guys that I see to me pass the class
Check out the vocab, it don't got nothin' to do with the gift of gab
If you're good, you're good; if you're bad, you're bad
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