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    Wyclef Jean / Lyrics

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    "It Doesn't Matter [Ca Ne Me Fait Rien]" Lyrics

    Wyclef Jean feat. Melky Sedeck and The Rockin' Highliners

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    Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
    And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'

    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
    (Stop drop 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!)

    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 sharin, people ain't carin
    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 wearin' 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 sharin, people ain't carin
    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
    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
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Wyclef Jean, John Denver, Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert Danoff, Desmond Child, Robi Rosa, Jerry Duplessis, Ricky Walters, Andrew Long.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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