[The Rock]

Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp

And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'



[Wyclef Jean (The Rock)]

Yo this is strictly a club record

Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold

When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down

And these tired bouncers would not let me in

YouknowwhatI'msayin?



Yo, yo, yo

I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies

(It doesn't matter!)

I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees

(It doesn't matter!)

I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio

(It doesn't matter!)

Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin

Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin



Back in the days it was all about the clubs

And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love

The girls, they wouldn't say HEY!

Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday

Me, I used to stand outside

Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!

Who's performin tonight? He said Shabba

Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector

(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)

Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear

Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble

Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles

But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney

and "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi

Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk

The needle ain't skip the record jerked

Cause y'all jumpin' too hard

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)



[Wyclef (The Rock)]

I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies

(It doesn't matter!)

I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees

(It doesn't matte