Slumdog Millionaire - Wyclef Jean, Cyndi Lauper

It seems like the only way you gon' hear me

Is when I throw the autotune on my voice

So rep yo city rep yo city

Rep yo city rep yo city!

Rep yo city rep yo city

Rep yo city rep yo city!

I’m a young Haitian slumdog millionaire

I’m a young Haitian slumdog millionaire

Ain’t nothing you gon' tell me that I can’t hear

Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater Hater Hater

How does it feel when you u see me countin' paper paper?

Some don’t like me cause I left the block

I can’t be about 40 still on the block

Look at you bout 50 still on the block

Talkin' bout you got swag doin' same ol' gwap

When I was young it was you I watched

I said I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I got off the block

You know the life of the refugee

In any second I can become a deportee

So when you talk about you got checks

Boy you must be in a club high off a x

Cause cash that we got it ain’t even in the states

And the cars that we drop they got diplomatic plates

This ain’t a rap song it’s the truth

Google Wyclef Jean if you lookin for the proof

And if you want me to sign you you got to be tri langual

Ask IMPOSS he got the tri langual lingo

I’m a young Haitian slumdog millionaire

I’m a young Haitian slumdog millionaire

Ain’t nothing you gon' tell me that I can’t hear

Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater Hater Hater

How does it feel when you u see me countin' paper paper?

Came from dirt, now my polo shirt;

not a rinkle

Y’all didn’t know my lingo’s tri langual

My single;

achete li…, achete le…

Swo hot you can’t cop… UN… gotta cop… deux…

All dem dudez from my block be screamin … rouge et blue …

And dem cops on the block be aimin … ouvre les yeux…

Oh if you don’t want anotha riot

Stop firin at the innocent Mr. Sergeant!

Yeah, hey time got hard but we had to push on

Girls who didn’t like us now they call us Pouchon

Slow motion: now they wanna wine slow

All cause my flow’s sick you could call it the swine flow

Box hataz, on my coner got Wyclef

I push your mind right cause I don’t throw no weak left

Every hit is a knock out punch

Came from nothing now you see me pop out the brunch hen

Surpass everybody by a landslide

Fly first class now I’m up in N. Y

And I was sent by Wyclef

To be the champ I’m not by my self

I got all young Haitian slumdog millionaire

I’m a young Haitian slumdog millionaire

I’m a young Haitian slumdog millionaire

Ain’t nothing you gon' tell me that I can’t hear

Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater Hater Hater

Rep yo city rep yo city

Rep yo city rep yo city!

Rep yo city rep yo city

Rep yo city rep yo city!

Lil Haiti we here Montreal, Brooklyn, Queens

Stand up now

I’m a young Haitian slumdog millionaire

I’m a young Haitian slumdog millionaire

Ain’t nothing you gon' tell me that I can’t hear

Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare

Sa Pase records

Haitian slumdog millionaire

If IMPOSS can do it.

so can you

Wyclef Commander and chief

N’ale Jerry Wonda on the cooka

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