Letra Do You Know Ft Wyclef Jean de Da Band original
Wyclef Jean> Y'all hear the guitars Wyclef is in the building Puffy came to get me I have officially made the band I'm a rockstar Sara> Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh a Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Do you know where you're going to Do you like the things That life is showing you What are you gonna do Do you know Chopper> So where you from? Babs> Where chicks rock Air Force 1's Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done So where you from Fred> Where they don't rock Air Force 1's We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns So where you from Ness> Philly spitters rock Dickies and boots A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe Man where you from Chopper> Where guerillas don't be messing with cops You catch a case Go on the run and still hugging the block Babs> So what you doing Chopper> Big Ballin' money makin and flossin' Sean Johnin' you know how we do it in New Orleans So what you doing Ness> What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big I'm cockin it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig Man what you doing Fred> Man I'm minding my bizz I'm trying to feed my kids I can't starve dog I need my rib Yo what you doing Babs> Shuttin' broads down believe me On my grind all night cause your girl is greedy whoooo Chorus: (Sara)> Do you know where you're going to Do you like the things That life is showing you What are you gonna do Do you know Ness> All I know Somebody better have my money If being broke is a joke I don't find that funny Babs> All I know That chicks better respect my gangsta I'm far from your mother But I still will spank ya Chopper> All I know Is this project living and sh... What could you tell me If you ain't never been in this here Fred> All I know My flow put me through better doors And bought two gold pedals For that Bentley Azure, euurrrke Sara> Please, don't give up, on your life Ghetto child, it's alright, it's alright Dylan> The sun will come out, tomorrow Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto But so we go, so we go When the sun come out to shine I'd be so ready for die now Forgive me for my sins But I still holding me nine-ah VIP looking for another man for rob now Just another way for escape Riker's Island Fred> I'm gonna prove to these dudes I can get me a Coupe Without snatching you out of yours With that steam on you, blakoww Chopper> I wanna prove I'm a superstar My rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neals You know who we are Babs> I gonna prove it That Babs is the best in the game So thugs hold on tight Like I'm snatching your chain Ness> And I'm gonna prove it To the chicks that cold shouldered me And the record labels That chose to look over me, ha I ain't going back to jail To a pack of Oodles and Noodles In the wack of my cell Dudes get cut in the yard We rushing the guards We taking over it's a riot Gun button the Sarge All of my homies with wheels Waiting for in the peel Is all the way real We peel penintentiary steel, come on Sara> Do you knoooowwww Ohhhhhhh Do you know where you're going to Do you like the things That life is showing you What are you gonna do (You gotta know) Do you know Wyclef Jean> Bad Boy, Refugee camp collabo, let's go Babs> Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing Chopper> Chopper City straight out of New Orleans Fred> The infamous Freddy P. from the M-I-A Sara> It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing Dylan> Dylan Dillinger doing me thing Ness> E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling, pow Sara> Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh