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Wyclef Jean (born October 17, 1972 in Croix-des-Bouquets, Haïti) is an American rapper, producer, and member of the superstar hip hop trio The Fugees, known now for a series of high-profile hit singles.
Jean moved to Brooklyn, New York when he was nine, then to Northern New Jersey, where he began playing the guitar and studying jazz in his high school. In 1987, Jean, his friend (so close they told people they were cousins growing up) Prakazrel Michel (Pras) and his classmate Read Full BioWyclef Jean (born October 17, 1972 in Croix-des-Bouquets, Haïti) is an American rapper, producer, and member of the superstar hip hop trio The Fugees, known now for a series of high-profile hit singles.
Jean moved to Brooklyn, New York when he was nine, then to Northern New Jersey, where he began playing the guitar and studying jazz in his high school. In 1987, Jean, his friend (so close they told people they were cousins growing up) Prakazrel Michel (Pras) and his classmate, Lauryn Hill, formed a group called the Tranzlator Crew before becoming The Fugees. Wyclef worked as a cabdriver.
Recently he has been finding success as a collaborator - with his turn on Shakira's 2006 track 'Hips Don't Lie' hitting number one in many countries around the world.
In August of 2010, Jean announced his intent to seek the presidency of Haiti. This move came after his increasingly-high profile humanitarian work in the wake of the earthquake that devastated that nation.
Jean moved to Brooklyn, New York when he was nine, then to Northern New Jersey, where he began playing the guitar and studying jazz in his high school. In 1987, Jean, his friend (so close they told people they were cousins growing up) Prakazrel Michel (Pras) and his classmate Read Full BioWyclef Jean (born October 17, 1972 in Croix-des-Bouquets, Haïti) is an American rapper, producer, and member of the superstar hip hop trio The Fugees, known now for a series of high-profile hit singles.
Jean moved to Brooklyn, New York when he was nine, then to Northern New Jersey, where he began playing the guitar and studying jazz in his high school. In 1987, Jean, his friend (so close they told people they were cousins growing up) Prakazrel Michel (Pras) and his classmate, Lauryn Hill, formed a group called the Tranzlator Crew before becoming The Fugees. Wyclef worked as a cabdriver.
Recently he has been finding success as a collaborator - with his turn on Shakira's 2006 track 'Hips Don't Lie' hitting number one in many countries around the world.
In August of 2010, Jean announced his intent to seek the presidency of Haiti. This move came after his increasingly-high profile humanitarian work in the wake of the earthquake that devastated that nation.
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We Trying To Stay Alive
by Rufugee Allstars, Wyclef Jean, John Forté and Pras
Looka looka looka looka looka
Looka looka looka here looka shorty got back
Should I ask her for a dance? hold on there's too many in the wolf pack
And besides, dirty cash talking to her
Buying her fake furs and taking her to the fever
Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his benz
She spends his franklins at the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's all right cause it's Saturday night
So mister funkmaster, pump the bee gees
And all you college students, play your ouijas
Check the spelling: r-e-f-u-g-e-e, get the cd from sam goody, hee hee!
You ain't even close with the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John forte, grab the mic, let's sway this way
I'm more than just a rhymer, you still a small timer
Hoping that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tango'd
Your beef don't concern me
I'm eating mangoes in trinidad with attorneys
My crew's slang flow worldwide like a current
With the every spot where nobody got insurance
Brother, do the math you ain't half near exotic
My man's claim true you forget about it
Po-po just a nuisance, like my influence
Well, recognize you a lie trying do it
Got juice told your lady oops
We nuts baby
Smooth and charismatic, automatic
You gonna save me
God bless the day that my sons survive
We strive to teach the youth, baby, and stay alive
Well, you can tell by the way I roll, shorty, that I'm a ladies man
A business man
Condos down the shore
Multi-million pension plan
But it ain't in my plan to make moves without the fam
I keep it intact
Yo clef, do the track
John, play the mack while I pay the tax
Business as usual
Watching suspects steal my assets
Get cut with gillettes
We built this concept, connect like nynex
Drinks at the bar, my american express
Yo I cook up cook up
The copper pull up pull up
Then I cuff up cuff up
You who's calling bluff Now you shook up shook up
Cause you lock up lock up
When I love up love up
You who's calling bluff
Hey yo, john is chilling
Dirty cash dealing
What more can I say, we living
That's what we got, we got it good
And since you understood
We be
Lyrics © HELENE BLUE MUSIQUE LTD , UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP , WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC
Written by: BARRY GIBB, JOHN FORTE, MAURICE GIBB, ROBIN GIBB, SAMUEL MICHEL, WYCLEFF JEAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Rufugee Allstars, Wyclef Jean, John Forté and Pras
Looka looka looka looka looka
Looka looka looka here looka shorty got back
Should I ask her for a dance? hold on there's too many in the wolf pack
And besides, dirty cash talking to her
Buying her fake furs and taking her to the fever
Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his benz
She spends his franklins at the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's all right cause it's Saturday night
So mister funkmaster, pump the bee gees
And all you college students, play your ouijas
Check the spelling: r-e-f-u-g-e-e, get the cd from sam goody, hee hee!
You ain't even close with the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John forte, grab the mic, let's sway this way
I'm more than just a rhymer, you still a small timer
Hoping that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tango'd
Your beef don't concern me
I'm eating mangoes in trinidad with attorneys
My crew's slang flow worldwide like a current
With the every spot where nobody got insurance
Brother, do the math you ain't half near exotic
My man's claim true you forget about it
Po-po just a nuisance, like my influence
Well, recognize you a lie trying do it
Got juice told your lady oops
We nuts baby
Smooth and charismatic, automatic
You gonna save me
God bless the day that my sons survive
We strive to teach the youth, baby, and stay alive
Well, you can tell by the way I roll, shorty, that I'm a ladies man
A business man
Condos down the shore
Multi-million pension plan
But it ain't in my plan to make moves without the fam
I keep it intact
Yo clef, do the track
John, play the mack while I pay the tax
Business as usual
Watching suspects steal my assets
Get cut with gillettes
We built this concept, connect like nynex
Drinks at the bar, my american express
Yo I cook up cook up
The copper pull up pull up
Then I cuff up cuff up
You who's calling bluff Now you shook up shook up
Cause you lock up lock up
When I love up love up
You who's calling bluff
Hey yo, john is chilling
Dirty cash dealing
What more can I say, we living
That's what we got, we got it good
And since you understood
We be
Lyrics © HELENE BLUE MUSIQUE LTD , UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP , WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC
Written by: BARRY GIBB, JOHN FORTE, MAURICE GIBB, ROBIN GIBB, SAMUEL MICHEL, WYCLEFF JEAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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