Lirik Lagu Low Income - Wyclef Jean
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Intro:Let um feel the beat firstI'm bout to come through your stereoShould my rhyme start with the hookStart with the hook
To my people who don't wanna go to workThank God it's FridayCover me she bout to put up her skirtThank God it's FridayDo Your mom now you act so berserkThank God it's FridayWhat's the track, what's the track girl?She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday(I wanna thank my hood)
Verse 1:For makin me a star before I had fast carsAnd couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviarBefore the fameWay before things changedAll I wanted to do was freestyle and get a nameI used to work at the fast food restaurantFor minimum wageDreamin I'm on stageAt 17 I left the houseCause my father was a ministerAnd I didn't want the Marvin routeWhat's goin on?Today to sell a song you need a video with soft pornMC's in the industryYou wanna tip?Don't let them pimp you like GoldyAnd tell Sony they better have my moneyCause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel RichieLow Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob meHe'd be part of my charity(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people cuttin here in the shopsThank God it's FridayTo the thugs sweatin up in the chop shopsYo, it's FridayTo my people that don't got no jobEveryday it's FridayWhat's the track, what's the track yo?She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on MondayAll the Ladies sing
Ladies:I don't feelLike cookin you no breakfastThis mornin(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
Guys:You don't haveTo cook me breakfastCause your girlfriend willAfter you leave(I wanna thank my hood)
Verse 2:
For the love of moneyI know kids who'll slit your throatFriday the 13thJason wit a trench coatBut you can't scare SuzieCause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was CadiviMeanwhile, she's getting her nails doneCrystal clear so they could shine like wit diamondsIt's such a shame what happened last weekMan they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of SamIt said to tell New York I ain't sleepinYou want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat inAnd to my man G Swar Rest in PieceI still poor liquor1 draw on the cocoa leafInhale, exhale smoke grassesPolices in the area, but ain't no need to panicYou wit Wyclef you getting inIf not, then we gonna make CNN(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who don't wanna go to workThank God it's FridayCover me she bout to put up her skirtThank God it's FridayDo your mom know you act so berserk?Thank God it's FridayWhat's the track, what's the track girl?She don't wanna she don't wanna work on MondayYo, to my people cuttin here in the shopsThank God it's FridayTo the thugs sweatin up in the chop shopsYo, it's FridayTo my people who don't got no jobEveryday it's FirdayWhat's the track, what's the track yo?She don't wanna she don't wanna work on MondayAll the Ladies sing
Ladies:I don't feelLike cookin you no breakfastThis mornin(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
Guys:You don't haveTo cook me breakfastCause your girlfriend willAfter you leave
Guitar Solo
(Daddy, play that guitar)
To my people who don't wanna go to workThank God it's FridayCover me she bout to put up her skirtThank God it's FridayDo Your mom now you act so berserkThank God it's FridayWhat's the track, what's the track girl?She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday(I wanna thank my hood)
Verse 1:For makin me a star before I had fast carsAnd couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviarBefore the fameWay before things changedAll I wanted to do was freestyle and get a nameI used to work at the fast food restaurantFor minimum wageDreamin I'm on stageAt 17 I left the houseCause my father was a ministerAnd I didn't want the Marvin routeWhat's goin on?Today to sell a song you need a video with soft pornMC's in the industryYou wanna tip?Don't let them pimp you like GoldyAnd tell Sony they better have my moneyCause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel RichieLow Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob meHe'd be part of my charity(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people cuttin here in the shopsThank God it's FridayTo the thugs sweatin up in the chop shopsYo, it's FridayTo my people that don't got no jobEveryday it's FridayWhat's the track, what's the track yo?She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on MondayAll the Ladies sing
Ladies:I don't feelLike cookin you no breakfastThis mornin(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
Guys:You don't haveTo cook me breakfastCause your girlfriend willAfter you leave(I wanna thank my hood)
Verse 2:
For the love of moneyI know kids who'll slit your throatFriday the 13thJason wit a trench coatBut you can't scare SuzieCause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was CadiviMeanwhile, she's getting her nails doneCrystal clear so they could shine like wit diamondsIt's such a shame what happened last weekMan they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of SamIt said to tell New York I ain't sleepinYou want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat inAnd to my man G Swar Rest in PieceI still poor liquor1 draw on the cocoa leafInhale, exhale smoke grassesPolices in the area, but ain't no need to panicYou wit Wyclef you getting inIf not, then we gonna make CNN(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who don't wanna go to workThank God it's FridayCover me she bout to put up her skirtThank God it's FridayDo your mom know you act so berserk?Thank God it's FridayWhat's the track, what's the track girl?She don't wanna she don't wanna work on MondayYo, to my people cuttin here in the shopsThank God it's FridayTo the thugs sweatin up in the chop shopsYo, it's FridayTo my people who don't got no jobEveryday it's FirdayWhat's the track, what's the track yo?She don't wanna she don't wanna work on MondayAll the Ladies sing
Ladies:I don't feelLike cookin you no breakfastThis mornin(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
Guys:You don't haveTo cook me breakfastCause your girlfriend willAfter you leave
Guitar Solo
(Daddy, play that guitar)
