WYCLEF JEAN Gone Till November (The Makin' Runs Remix) lyrics

Tell me how you like it
Right about now I know y'all diggin' this
So just turn up, your radio wherever you at
We about to bring it

This is Wyclef Jean up here with Canibus
Workin' the night shift , yo
We want all the ladies to put your hands in the air
And sing this song with us, yo
R. Kelly, ya ready? Come on

Now every time I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh, why oh, why?

See you've got to understand
I can't work a nine to five
So I'll be gone till November

Tell me say, Michelle, my belle
Yo, I'll be gone till November, standin' on the block
Where the spot get hot, sellin' rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by crooked cop

Michelle, my belle
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
We workin' the night shift

I got it made, hey, last word from the hustler
"Hey, young 'Clef, take care of your mother"
Looked at him and replied, "Yo, daddy where you goin'?"
He said, "To Baltimore," he'll be back in the mornin'

Gave my mama hug for her soul when she cry
Every man want heaven, no man want die
Vanished through the door, all I saw was his shadow
Heard mom echo, "I don't wanna be a widow"

That's when I realized, death was ahead
Old man pulled off in a black caravan
With some dark skinned brothers who looked Sicilian
Singin' "Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma Chameleon"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, check it
Can't stop the shinin'
You wanna stop the shinin'?

Now every time I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh, why oh, why?

See you must understand
I can't work a nine to five
So I'll be gone till November

Tell me say, Michelle, my belle
Yo, I'll be gone till November, standin' on the block
Where the spot get hot, sellin' rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by crooked cop

Tell me say, Michelle, my belle

I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
We workin' the night shift

Me and 'Clef, we ready to get it on
The three and a half pound organ
Embedded in our skulls
Is what makes us better than y'all

I'm tellin' you God
Ain't nobody reppin' this hard
Since Genghis Khan
We raise Hell till the heavens fall

Me and my Fugee affiliates
Buildin', wit plans to make millions
Over a quiet game of billiards

Black Sicilians
The descendants of West Indian pilgrims
With the power to collapse buildings

Ridin' across the ocean floor
Like Poseidon on a seahorse
To reach our overseas tours

By the middle of March
When the pregnancy starts
In my lady's placenta
I'll be gone till November

Now every time I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh, why oh, why?

See you've got to understand
I can't work a nine to five
So I'll be gone till November

Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo I'll be gone till November, standin' on the block
Where the spot get hot, sellin' rocks
Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop

Tell me say Michelle, my belle
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
We workin' the night shift, shift, shift

Shake it, East Coast, shake it
West Coast shake it
Down South shake it
South side shake it

Somebody said Jersey's up and here
We're Brooklyinites
Canibus, Wyclef, R Kelly
What time is it?