Wyclef Jean

Wyclef Jean - You Don't Wanna Go Outside lyrics

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Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz

You know I got the reggae mix but this ain't complete

Know what I mean? To all the girls I cheated on before

Right about now all my thugs around the world

If you love reggae music I want you to do this



Check it out, yo

Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right

Put your lighter in the air, right, right

Put your lighter in the air, right, right

This is going straight to number one, check it out, yo



Chicken head

(Jack it up, jack it up)

Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?

(Yes, we have to jack it up)

I see it in your eyes

(Yes, we have to jack it up)

You'll be alright tonight



To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year

Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter

It's four pages but my name ain't Aaliyah



I don't know much about biology or chemistry

Failed the S.A.T.'s, study Brooklyn zoology

Remember me, Wyclef, the memory

Ecstasy with no theory of manoghany



To be or not to be, last words from Shakespeare

But a package says I wanna get the bitch with no fear

A few good men in a new millennium

Woman got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man



So I've been dead like hundred times

Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time

She became an infomaniac, wanted it all the time

A thin line between love and lust

She mistake me for the rapper when I said Can-I-Bus



Chickenhead

(Jack it up, jack it up)

Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?

(Yes, we have to jack it up)

I see it in your eyes

(Yes, we have to jack it up)

You'll be alright tonight



(To all the girls I cheated on before)

(Spragga Benz, where're you at, wher're you at?)

Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead

We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head

Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead



We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, yo

See my gal, she a gimme a hug each day I come

Each an hour, understand, now she be on the bum

Wake up in di morning, all she know we are alone



Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on

Bust it, man, I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill

She have faith, she have di skill

I know she want it she will



Gimme the right, a me remember

Me have to come back for November

But the gal fe mi calendar forget that be the day

Chickenhead in a di beb, I feel dead, I feel dead



We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head

Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead

We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up

(Yo Spragga Man, what's going on?)



Chicken head

(Jack it up, jack it up)

Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?

(Yes, we have to jack it up)

I see it in your eyes

(Yes, we have to jack it up)

You'll be alright tonight



To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year

Yo, yo, from the college dorm, until dusk is dawn

I never felt cold until I lost one

Don't let go like En Vogue chocked on



Clash of the titans, now I'm in my unicorn

I left New Jerus, I'm on my way to Brooklawn

Someone hit my bumper, I turned around and saw Sharon

Got surprised because I saw little Shawn



In the passenger seat with a bottle of dom

Remain calm, called Cocren on the horn

Salaam, warm up the jeep 'cause a murder about to go on

What the bomb, bomb but this ain't a reggae song

It's like a old flick, Godzilla vs King Kong



If you saw the movie than you know what's gonna happen

Down South, West Coast, than back to Manhattan

Like Vanessa from "Soul food" when she came at night

Thank God, it was a dream 'cause I woke up with my wife



Chicken head

(Jack it up, jack it up)

Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?

(Yes, we have to jack it up)

I see it in your eyes

(Yes, we have to jack it up)

You'll be alright tonight



Thugs around the world, yo

Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right

Put your lighter in the air, right, right

Put your lighter in the air, right, right

Salaam Remi, Wyclef Jean, Spragga Benz

Nobody's safe no more



Lock your door, chicken heads on the loose

Oah, I'm out, refugee Camp

A B C, for your crews wanna test

Good night, good night, good night
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