Low Income

Lyrics

[Intro: Wyclef Jean & (Rose of Sharon)] Let 'em feel the beat first (Yo, what's up, Clef? This is ya little sister, Rose of Sharon Gimme a call back when you get from your tour) I'm 'bout to come through your stereo ('Cause this is Friday and I need some money To go chill with my crew, so call me back) Should I rhyme or start with the hook? (Start with the hook) Start with the hook, okay [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] 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 (I wanna thank my hood) [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] 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 going on? Today, to sell a song, you need a video with soft porn MCs in the industry, you want a tip? Don't let 'em pimp you like Goldie And tell Sony they better have my money 'Cause I play with the Commodores and leave like Lionel Richie Low Income, I stay so hungry That if 50 Cent came to rob me he'd be part of my charity [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (I wanna thank my hood) 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, every day is Friday What's the drag, what's the drag, yo? She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday All the Ladies sing [Post-Chorus: Ladies, Men, & (Wyclef Jean)] I don't feel like cooking you no breakfast this morning (All my hoodlums say) Well, you don't have to cook me breakfast 'Cause your girlfriend will after you leave [Verse 2: Wyclef Jean] (I wanna thank my hood) For the love of money, I know kids who'll slit your throat Friday the 13th, Jason with a trench coat But you can't scare Suzie 'Cause her man got so many Uzis you'd think he was Gaddafi Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done Crystal clear so it could shine with a diamond 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 heatin' And to my man G Swar, rest in peace I still pour liquor, 1 draw of the cocoa leaf Inhale, exhale, smoke, vanish Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic You wit Wyclef, you getting in If not, we gon' make CNN [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (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 drag, what's the drag, 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 sweating up in they chop shops, yo, it's Friday To my people who don't got no job, every day is Friday What's the drag, what's the drag, yo? She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday All the ladies sing! [Post-Chorus: Ladies, Men, & (Wyclef Jean)] I don't feel like cooking you no breakfast this morning (All my hoodlums say) Well, you don't have to cook me breakfast 'Cause your girlfriend will after you leave Daddy, play that guitar [Outro: Guitar Solo]