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Correct Conexion Caribena Lyrics
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[Intro: The Cryptic] Its that white boy, its that white boy, its that white boy Heads music [Chorus: The Cryptic] This a caribbean connection Wyclef should've won the election Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock [Verse 1: The Cryptic] Yeah, this one is for Johnny, yeah And he used to drive an Audi, he had money like a Saudi, yeah Yo quiero mucho dinero, yeah, mi padre [?] Hoodie on like Carmelo, yeah, y mama eso es lo que quiero Now that I hit 'em with Spanish I'ma go back in my bag, yeah I'ma go get to the money and vanish, never come back, yeah If I had a million dollars I would probably spend it on Channel And I would give my girl a Birkin bag, and she used to wear them Birkenstocks I'm a ball player how I work the clock, yeah, yeah Fuck generation well, don't want [?] well Got a couple lawyers on retainer they can never take me to jail I got a black card and a black suburban thats a black car Walk in to Saks Fifth and I buy all the Gucci duffels, yeah I need Migos for the ad-libs, Goyard bags, I'll buy a couple I don't do no talking, I ain't into gossip In a black Suburban like I'm in the congress Puerto Rican and a Haitian rapper Yeah, you might've thought we was in the tropics If you got a problem, we can get it poppin' Heard Wyclef is going back to school so I decided to apply to college, yeah Yeah, yeah [Chorus: The Cryptic] This a caribbean connection Wyclef should've won the election Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock [Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean] Sweet dreams are made of these She told me just believe But why do we die like trees Only the make-believe Sweet dreams are made of these She told me just believe But why do we die like trees Only the make-believe [Verse 2: Wyclef Jean] Switch up! [?] before you drippy-drippy, litty-litty I was smoking Kermit watching Mrs. Piggy Seen the boomerang rang before Eddy Murphy Seen the stranger things and the wall pulling on me Pass the gasolina, the devils seed Jesus got the [?], just smoking haze Jimmy Hendrix blamed it on that purple haze Thugs crying in the elevator, purple rain Wait a minute, came to play House party, bring the molly I got ziggy, sticky-icky Is he richy, shut up white boy, kill the pussy I still pack a man like I'm AC-DC [Chorus: The Cryptic] This a caribbean connection Wyclef should've won the election Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock
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