Lyrics It Doesn't Matter - Wyclef Jean
(The
Rock)
Yo
this
is
the
Rock
kicking
it
with
the
Refugee
camp
And
you're
bout
to
smell
what
the
Rock
is
cooking
(Wyclef
Jean)(The
Rock)
Yo
this
is
strictly
a
club
record
Dedicated
to
everybody
who
used
to
stand
outside
in
the
cold
When
the
FLEX
was
spinning
at
the
Red
Zone
Putting
it
down
And
the
tired
bouncers
would
not
let
me
in
Know
what
I'm
saying?
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo
I
got
fifty
Bentley's
in
the
West
Indies
(It
doesn't
matter)
I
got
a
pocket
full
of
G's
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
take
everything
you're
wearing
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
their
birthday
Me
I
used
to
stand
outside,
Hustle
my
way
in
I'm
on
the
guest
list
plus
five!
Who's
performing
tonight?
He
said
Shabba
Mister
Lover
that
be
needy
and
selective
(Someone
jump
the
Rock's
up
in
here)
Disrespect
MC's
and
catch
a
smack
in
your
left
ear
Light
up
like
Vegas
when
its
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
An
ebony
or
ivory
into
my
Jacuzzi
Foundation
like
Kool
Herc
as
DJ
Red
Alert
go
berserk
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
G's
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
take
everything
you're
wearing
Yo
Rock
I
just
bought
a
fresh
Bentley
(It
doesn't
matter
if
you
just
bought
a
fresh
Bentley)
(Wyclef)(Melky
Sedeck)
How
many
of
y'all
ever
been
to
a
barbecue
And
you
always
got
honour
Uncle
that
wanna
show
you
How
all
the
dances
go
And
they
start
it
off
like
this
Electric
side
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
of
skunk
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
I
think
she
want
to
indulge
in
lyrical
masturbation
So
I
proceeded
with
the
compensation,
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
started
Livin'
La
Vida
Loca
What
hood
you
come
from?
I
was
raised
and
remembered
for
my
studies
in
Jeruselem
The
New
Jerusalem
yeah
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
(Wyclef)(The
Rock)
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
take
everything
you're
wearing
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
(Melky
Sedeck)
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
man,
I
sold
like
seventeen
million
records
(It
doesn't
matter
how
many
records
you've
sold)
Alright
I'm
with'yo
check
it
out
You
wanna
go
get
diamond
rings
(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'
1 Ghetto Religion
2 We Trying to Stay Alive
3 Gone Till November (The Makin' Runs Remix)
4 Hey Girl
5 Ghetto Religion
6 Hey Girl
7 We Trying to Stay Alive
8 It Doesn't Matter
9 Two Wrongs
10 Gone Till November
11 Diallo
12 Something About Mary
13 Knockin' On Heaven's Door
14 Diallo
15 Gone Till November (The Makin' Runs Remix)
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