โหลดเพลง mp3 Guantanamera (Album Version) - Wyclef Jean

It Doesn't Matter - Wyclef Jean
Yo this is the Rock kicking it
with the Refugee camp
And you're 'bout to smell
what the Rock is cooking

Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody
who used to stand outside in the cold

the When F-L-E-X was spinning
at the Red Zone hooded down
And these tired bouncers would not let me in
You know what I'm saying
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 sharing people ain't caring
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
Hustling my way in
I'm on the guest list plus five
Who's performing 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 jumping too hard
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey

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
What I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
It doesn't matter
Yo 'cause if you ain't sharing
people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and
they take everything you wearin'
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley
It doesn't matter you
just bought a fresh Bentley

How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you how the old dances go
And they start it off like this
Electric slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
Girls Until the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone
I told the customers
I'm into bigger
and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit Give me a guitar
and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud
when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air the smell is funk
Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you in so much ice
you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you
what does he do for a living
He works on Wall Street
he's only home two nights a week
That's when she said
a little too much conversation
Think she want to indulge
in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs.
No Name
Let's get it straight huh my name's Veronica
She had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid
that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung
"Livin' la vida loca"
What hood you come from
I was raised in Brooklyn
but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup
that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle
waiting for her with the 44
Now what it look like it ain't really that
It doesn't matter

So he cocked the gat at my top hat
It doesn't matter

Are you crazy You was married
It doesn't matter
Cause if you ain't sharing people ain't caring
Come up in your hood and
they take everything you wearin'
Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man

And she said I gotta go
I can't be here no more
And she said this

Take me home to the place

I belong at the Refugee Camp
And the Booga basement
That's where I live oh

Come on

Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records
It doesn't matter
how many records you've sold
Alright I'm with you yo check it out
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter if the Rock
wants to go get diamond rings or not
Man listen listen
I just got two new Grammy's man
It doesn't matter about your Grammy's
It doesn't matter