"Who Gave The Order"
(feat. Buju Banton)

I'm Buju Banton with the preacher's son

Who gave the orders
For them to go, alright
Who gave the orders
Martin was shut down, ah, alright
Who gave the orders
To drop the bomb, we wanna know
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, yeah

Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me, ey
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
But they will have to answer
Then what you gonna do when the Rastaman comes
Where you gonna run for cover

Looking through the window of my ire eyes
On this city filled with lies
Observing the people working so hard
Doing whatever it takes to get by
Then I look at myself and realize
That I was put here for a reason
Lord knows I've done my best and I've tried
We gon' keep trying

Who gave the orders
For them to go, Lord no
Who gave the orders
Martin was gunned down, oh
Who gave the orders
To drop the bomb, my God
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, who

Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, tell me
Who's gonna answer
Feeding lies to our daughters and sons
They will have to answer
Then what they gonna do when the Rastaman comes
Where you gonna run for cover

Well what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what are you gonna do
Incarcerate a million and only free few
What was done to others, it shall be done to you
Open up your eyes and you will see the full view
Work all day, and you can't get raise in pay
Civilly bodies being taken away
I wonder what the voice of the people have to say
Stand up and defend your rights today

Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
For them to go
Who gave the orders
Martin was gunned down, Martin was gunned down, oh, Martin was gunned down
Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
To drop the bomb
Who gave the orders, who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, no, no, no, no

Questions asked with no response, ey, Wyclef
Who's gonna answer
Where did all these guns come from, Wyclef, ah
Who's gonna answer
Telling lies to our daughters and sons
They will have to answer
Then what they gonna do when the righteous man comes
Where you gonna run for cover

"Party To Damascus (Remix)"
(feat. Missy Elliott)

[Wyclef Jean (Missy Elliott)]
Brrrr, yeah (ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah)
It's over, uh huh (that's right)
Missy with the Preachers Son, uh huh (ok)
It's over (ok), I told ya (yeah)
J-CLEF, let's go (ew, WOO)
Brrrrr

[Missy Elliott]
(uh oh)
Yeah, hey yo Clef (oh)
([Wylcef:] Uh huh)
Uh oh (uh oh), these motherfuckers ain't ready for
this shit (oh)
([Wyclef:] Hey)

[Missy Elliott]
Me and Clef on this track what you want
Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't
Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk (huh)
Sound like gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk
(c'mon)
I drink that Dom Perignon (oh)
I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh)
I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned (yeah)
I got them gunshots, head knock 'til my bed stop

[Wyclef Jean]
Hey [echoes]
It goes, “Missy you hit me with the henny got me dizzy
like a lesbi
I heard you wear turtleneckses' to hide your hickies.”

I'm freaky, dickie, like Samantha ‘Sex in the City'
Lookie, lookie here
I only came to party
Easy shorty, with one dance
I put you in a trance
Not a body experience
As time flies, we have fun
But I don't want it to pass
My total love gots you waiting like a whoop-lash
Hey [echoes]

[Break - Missy Elliott]
I teach you what you want (oh yeah)
The things you need to know (oh yeah)
Come in and shut the door (yeah)
Lets get this party goin (uh huh)
Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs
(oh yeah, c'mon, c'mon)

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
1,2,3,4
In the mornin, in the evenin
In the nighttime, gotta have it
It's a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin another language
[Female - singing: x2] Bo habibi, Nishtage'a
It's official raise your glasses
Cause this party gonna go to Damascus

[Wyclef Jean]
Its me turn
I'm Mr. International
Cause when I move, everybody moves (Causto mi la'more
mi das-mi-yor)
That's was French, if I missed ya
You want Spanish y'all
All my guys grab two ladies now (Mi alas amigos puedos
dos senorita yo)
(Japanese lib)
Freakin' in Japanese shooting in the West Indies
Its breaking down, go and fetch the wrench
I'm suddenly all Jewish
And tossin' it up at a Bar-mitz-pha

[Break - w/ ad libs]

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Interlude - Wyclef Jean - 2X]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it

[Missy Elliott]
W-Y to the Clef (c'mon)
Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest
(yeah)
"Milk does your body good," come on take a sip
Like [3 slurping noises], it taste good don't it
You's a fine dreadlock, come on get
How many times Missy crushed the very best?
How many bombs on my summer, Funk Flex? (uh)
As many times as Teddy Reilly said "yep, yep"
Did you get it?
I stays on your mind like a fitted (uh)
Like Diddy make you walk for cheesecakes to the city
(woo)
Rough chick, dirty jeans, ain't nothin pretty (uh)
Me and Clef steppin to the mic to get busy (c'mon)

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliott - talking]
(uh oh) Yeah, hey yo Clef
(uh oh) Uh oh

[Wyclef Jean - talking]
What's up Missy (uh oh)
You know I love ya girl (oh)
What's up Missy
Let's go (uh)
I got the guitar soundin like a satar
Holy, holy, Jerry Wonder I need some security
Call police [fades out]

"If I Was President"

[chorus]
If I was president,
I'd get elected on Friday, assasinated on Saturday,
and buried on Sunday.

If I was president...
If I was president

An old man told me, instead of spending billions on the war,
we can use some of that money, in the ghetto.
I know some so poor, they use the spring as the shower,
when screaming "fight the power".
That's when the vulture devoured

[chorus]
If I was president,
I'd get elected on Friday, assasinated on Saturday,
and buried on Sunday.

If I was president...
If I was president...
If I was president...
If I was president

But the radio won't play this.
They call this rebel music.
How can you refuse it, children of moses?

[chorus]
If I was president,
I'd get elected on Friday, assasinated on Saturday,
and buried on Sunday.

If I was president...
If i was president

Tell the children the truth, the truth.
Christopher Columbus didn't discover America.
Tell them the truth.
The truth
YEAH! Tell them about Marcus Garvey.
The truth YEAH! The truth.
Tell them about Martin Luther King.
Tell them the truth.
The Truth.
Tell them about JFK

If I was President
[chorus]
If I was president,
I'd get elected on Friday, assasinated on Saturday,
and buried on Sunday.

If I was president...
If I was president

"Dance Like This"
(feat. Claudette Ortiz)

[Wyclef:]
I ain't come to fight tonight
Too many ladies up in here tonight

(Everybody report to the dance floor please! Grab a girl!)

[Wyclef:]
I never really knew that you could dance like this
She makes her man wanna speak spanish
Como se llama, Bonita? Mi casa, Su casa

[Claudette:]
The way you move, you've got me hypnotized
Especially when I look into his eyes
Hey Papi, I wanna see you do the dance to the conga

[Wyclef:]
Hey girl, I can see your body movin' and it's driving me crazy
And I did not have the slighest idea until I saw you dancin'
The way you walk up on the dance floor
Noobody could ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected the way you right and left it
So you could keep on digging it

Baila la calle de noche
Baila la calle de dia
Baila la calle de noche
Baila la calle de dia

[Chorus]

[Claudette:]
Hey boy, now that I see your new rhythm
I'm in a state of shock now
The way I can see your body movin'
And I don't want you to stop now
I like the way you approach me so sensually
You got me in a daze, boy
I can't ignore the way you're dancin'
You got me in a trance and I can't explain it

Baila la calle de noche
Baila la calle de dia
Baila la calle de noche
Baila la calle de dia

[Chorus]

[Wyclef:]
Senorita, feel the conga
Let me see you move like you come from Havana

[Claudette:]
Ohhh, I didn't know you did it like that
Hey, you Papi, don't you stop it
I wanna see you move your body
Ohhh, I didn't know you did it like that

Baila la calle de noche
Baila la calle de dia
Baila la calle de noche
Baila la calle de dia

[Chorus]

Baila la calle de noche
Baila la calle de dia
Baila la calle de noche
Baila la calle de dia

[Chorus x2]

"Gone 'Til November (Pop Version)"

[Wyclef - Spoken]
I wanna dedicate this song, Gone 'Til November...
To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room
And all you fellas, going down south...Not making it back...
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl

[Wyclef - Chorus]
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself, why oh why?
See you must understand
I can't work a nine to five
so I'll be Gone...'Til November

Said I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll be Gone 'Til November
Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll be Gone 'Til November
Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November
January, February, March, April, May...
I see you crying, but girl I can't stay
I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll be Gone 'Til November...
And give a kiss to my mother...

[Wyclef - Verse One]
Girl I gotta leave, please don't cry
When I come back, you know the limit's the sky
I'll take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
Drive-by movies, by a cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous,
Some die with a name, some die nameless

[Chorus 1x]

[Wyclef - Verse Two]
We had nothin'
I had to do something
So I'm Knocking On Heaven's Door, like I'm Bob Dylan
Ever comtemplating, the charges I'm facing
My new-born son, I hope I see his graduation
Take him to the movies, by the cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous
Some die with a name, some die nameless!

[Chorus 1x]

"Cheated (To All The Girls)"
(feat. The Product, Queen Pen)

[Wyclef:]
Chickenheads, gobble, gobble
Thugs in the dance, no shootin', shootin', shootin'

[Hook:]
I cheated on you, you cheated on me
(to all the girls I cheated on before)
And this is not the way it's supposed to be
(It's a new year, I got a new change of gear, I swear)
So tell me girl, are you for real are you still down
I'm telling you, I have no time to fool around
(to all the girls I cheated on before)

[Wyclef:]
Hey yo, dear queen, by the the time you get this letter
It's 4 pages but my name ain't Aaliyah, what?
I don't know much about biology or chemistry
failed the SAT's, study Brooklyn Zoo-ology
Remember me, Wyclef, the memory
ectasy with no theory of manoghany
"To be or not to be", last words from Shakespeare
But a package says I wanna get rich with no fear
A few good men in the new millineam
Women got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man
so I been dead like 100 times
Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time
Like a virgin when I hit it for the very first time
She became a nymphomaniac and wanted it all the time
A thin line between love and lust
She mistake me for the rapper when I said "Can-I-Bus?"

[Hook:]
I cheated on you, you cheated on me
(to all the girls I cheated on before)
And this is not the way it's supposed to be
(It's a new year, I got a new change of gear, I swear)
So tell me girl, are you for real are you still down
I'm telling you, I have no time to fool around
(to all the guys I cheated on before)

[Queen Pen:]
Yo, I checked for you since I was straight up strugglin'
Before your cousin Jerry put you on, when you was nothin'
So why you play me like I don't know jack ish
('Cause like K-Solo, your mom's in my business)
Now who you wanna play loco to mine
Feelin' kinda twisted, heard through the grapevine
that I'm doin' my thing, more more waiting
(I swear) Many a years and many a tears
I use chose remix to make it quite clear
that he came in when you didn't want to be there
and I fell victim to this one night affair
by the time weeks came you was already there
And still I come home just looking at you
See I'm feeling kinda guilty but revengeful too
All the dirt you done done, you don't know a clue
Why I don't sex you no more, and that's not coo'

[Hook:]
I cheated on you, you cheated on me
(to all the guys I cheated on before)
And this is not the way it's supposed to be
(It's a new year, I got a new change of gear, I swear)
So tell me girl, are you for real are you still down
I'm telling you, I have no time to fool around
(let me sum this all up)

[Wyclef:]
Yo, yo, yo, and yo from the college dorm and til the dusk is dawn
I never felt cold until I lost one
Don't let go like EnVogue chocked on
Clash of the titans, now I'm on my unicorn
I left New Jerus, I'm on my way to Brook-lawn
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, call up the chief 'cause a murder 'bout to go on
What the bomb, bomb, but this ain't a reggea song
It's like a old flick "Godzilla Versus King Kong"
If you saw the movie than you know what's gonna happen
West coat, down south, back to Manhattan
Like Vanessa from "Soul Food" when she came at night, B
Thank God it was a dream 'cause I woke up with my wifey

[Hook:]
I cheated on you, you cheated on me
(to all the girls I cheated on before)
And this is not the way it's supposed to be
(It's a new year, I got a new change of gear, I swear)
So tell me girl, are you for real are you still down
I'm telling you, I have no time to fool around
(to all the girls I cheated on before)

Salaam Remi collabo, Wyclef Jean, Product, yeah, Queen Pen
9-8 'til infinitee, for all you girls out there I cheated on before

"Cheated (Rock Remix)"

[Wyclef (spoken)]

Rolling Stones could not be here with you tonight, Led Zepplin couldn't
be here with you tonight, but we got Wyclef Jean in the house tonight.
Yo, I woke up on the other side of the bed. Tune into my rock station,
and someone say hip-hoppers can't play rock and roll, huh.

[Wyclef] (singing) Chorus:]

I cheated on you, you cheated on me,
and this is not the way that things are supposed to be,
so tell me girl, is this for real or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that Wyclef ain't dreamin'

[Wyclef] (singing) Verse 1:]

By the time you here this song, it'll be number 1 on your radioooooooooo.
You'll be drivin' from the beach,
and your boyfriend will say turn it down real loooooow.
You punch up the sun roof!
And you roll down the window, slam that pedal to the floooooooooor.
whatchin the whats wrong (?)
Shes havin a good jour (?) It said love don't let me no mooooore
(to all the girls I cheated on before)

[Wyclef] (singing) Chorus:]

I cheated on you, you cheated on me,
and this is not the way that things are supposed to be,
so tell me girl, is this for real or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that wyclef ain't dreamin'

I cheated on you, you cheated on me (To all the girls I cheated on before)
and this is not the way that things are supposed to be,
so tell me girl is this for real or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that Wyclef ain't dreamin'

[Wyclef (singing) Verse 2:]

I don't know much about philosophy, play though, all I rest I know (?)
all I know, when I met you, in the streets, the air wasn't so cooooooooold.
It's like my whole world just changed.
I'm like a ball with no chain,

"Chickenhead (Remix)"
(feat. Spragga Benz)

[Intro - Wyclef]
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

[Chorus - Wyclef]
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

[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
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 millenium
Woman got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man
So I've been dead like 100 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Spragga Benz]
(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, Ifeel dead
We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up
[Yo Spragga Man, what's going on]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Wyclef]
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

[Chorus]

[Wyclef]
Thugs arond 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, chickenheads on the loose
ooooooooooooooaah, I'm out
Refugee Camp abc, for your crews wanna test
Good night, good night, good night

"What's Clef"
(feat. Queen Pen, The Product, & Naomi Campbell)

[Phone Rings]

[Phone Voice Sample]
If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again

[Wyclef Jean]
I got it started to my face
I got it started to my face, right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
Heh, heh!

[Phone Rings]

[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try again
Try again

[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You write about being a veteran, but not a legend
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the student kills the teacher
Any last words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and pray
[lyrics in Creole]
You don't got knowledge yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference room table
When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard, for this life is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats"
You're weak nigga!

[Phone Rings]

[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try again
Try again

[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, this my question

[The Product]
What's your question?

[Chorus]
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better"

[Phone Rings]

[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try again
Try again

[Wyclef Jean]
Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh
Here we go-o, uh-oh
Every two records you do scenario
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' like you
Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the pool
Let bells ring like Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as hell?
So hard at night he's Jezebel
I heard the teller, Himmemel
How you think he wrote the song?
Rock the bells!

[The Product]
Yo, Clef
I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid
This is real!

[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed
I even got the Devil worshippers sayin', "God bless"
You star struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death
The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick your lips, bitch!

[Phone Rings]

[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try again
Try again

[The Product]
Rest in peace!

[Chorus]
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a muscle man impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
Watch what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it

[Naomi Campbell]
Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef
I just wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why don't you just give up?

[Phone Rings]

[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again

"Bubblegoose (with South Park Kids)"
(feat. South Park Kids (Matt Stone,Trey Parker))

[Wyclef] I go by the name of Wyclef Jean
We are the RefFugee All-Stars (one two)
We salute the soldiers around the world
[Eric C] Hell yes!
[Wyclef] This one is called bullet in your bubblegoose

[Wyclef begins harmonizing]

[Eric C] Mack 10!
[Kyle B] Cartman, this isn't Mack 10
[Eric C] SERIOUSLY, Mack 10!

[Wyclef Jean]
Sit right back and you'll hear a tale
of a hustler 'round my way
Who used to clock, around the block
from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose

[Chorus One: Wyclef + Kids (repeat 2X)]

He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be - at the party gettin loose
but you can catch a bullet in your 'goose

[Wyclef] Sit right back and you'll hear a tale
of a young girl around my way
[Eric C] Wesssyde!

[Wyclef Jean]
Who used to dance around the way
from where my homeboys stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night she jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in her bubblegoose

[Chorus Two: Wyclef + Kids (repeat 2X)]

She caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
She caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
You can be - at the party gettin loose
but you can catch a bullet in your 'goose

[Wyclef begins harmonizing]

[Eric C] Mack 10, you guys
[Stan M] This isn't Mack 10!

[Eric Cartman]
It IS MACK 10!!! ..
Kenny? Your family's poor Kenny!
Get up Kenny!
Kenny, you can't just die
Yeahhh, Mack 10 in the hiz-ouse you guyyys!

[Chorus Two]

[Kyle B] Damn that's high dude!
[Eric C] Yeah, Mack TEN!!
[Wyclef] This one for the people
[Eric C] Hell yeah!