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Текст (слова) песни: Wyclef Jean - Low Income

[Intro]
Let um feel the beat first
I`m bout to come through your stereo
Should I rhyme or start with the hook?
Start with the hook

To my people who don`t wanna go to work
Thank God it`s Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it`s Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it`s Friday
What`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 cars
And couldn`t tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar
Before the fame
Way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin I`m on stage
At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And I didn`t want the Marvin route
What`s goin on?
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC`s in the industry
You wanna tip?
Don`t let them pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better have my money
Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He`d be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Chorus]
To my people cuttin hair in the shops
Thank God it`s Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it`s Friday
To my people that don`t got no job
Everyday it`s Friday
What`s the track, what`s the track yo?
She don`t wanna, she don`t wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing

[Ladies]
I don`t feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)

[Guys]
Well, you don`t have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(I wanna thank my hood)

[Verse 2]
For the love of money
I know kids who`ll slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you can`t scare Suzie
Cause her man got so many uzi`s you`d think he was Cadivi
Meanwhile, she`s getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It`s such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain`t sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain`t no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make CNN
(I wanna thank my hood)

To my people who don`t wanna go to work
Thank God it`s Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it`s Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God it`s Friday
What`s the track, what`s the track girl?
She don`t wanna she don`t wanna work on Monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God it`s Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it`s Friday
To my people who don`t got no job
Everyday it`s Friday
What`s the track, what`s the track yo?
She don`t wanna she don`t wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing

[Ladies]
I don`t feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)

[Guys]
Well, you don`t have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave

Guitar Solo

(Daddy, play that guitar)

 

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