Oh What A Night

Wyclef Jean

It's funny how the earth rotates
Man, you never know what's gonna happen
You know, I mean
All I say was
I got this slang that make
The chitty-bang bang
The dang-da-dang
The nappy head brain
And it all got started for me, man

Yo, man, I am just gettin back from the tour, man
Yo, what it be like man
Yo, bus it
Uh, turn me up
Somebody told me if you can make it in New York City
Man, you can make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe dat shh, man

Oh, what a night (uh-ho, uh-ho)
Late December 1993 (what happen)
Who thought he would rule the industry (uh-ho, uh-ho)
What an M.C on my mic

Yo, I ain't always have whips
I ain't always have yachts
I ain't always have chips
I ain't always have rocks
Matter of fact I was a grimy little Negro
Who said if the music didn't work I'd sell diesel
What y'all though I wasn't raised in the projects
First of the month waitin for dat P.A check
Lived on the first floor
We was so poor that if you rung the buzzer
The roaches would answer the door
Who is it
I went from boy to man in one night
When I saw my life flash like life from poltergeist
What made it worse
I couldn't speak English
But from his facial expressions
He wanted my Adidas
So warriors come out to play
I be damned if I leave
Barefooted in his hallway
And I got big plalns
So beg your pardon
Cause next year this time
I'ma sell out the Garden

Oh, what a night (uh-ho, uh-ho)
Late December 1993
Who thought he would rule the industry (uh-ho, uh-ho)
What an M.C on my mic

Yo, yo, I ain't gonna brag and boast and said I did it all
But I'm the only rapper that play Carnegie Hall
The first rap group video cost a million
First rapper to ever rep for da Haitians
Sa passe
Na bulle
Grammy night we took three away
Twenty-two million sold I can't believe this
There still ain't a rap group alive that could achieve this
But I ain't satisfied went back to my own
Contemplatin' how could I become the next Quincy Jones
That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said
Clef, you on the cover of the Source, Vibe, and Rolling Stone
No more struggling
Good life, we lovin it
You could live it too
If you on ya, he, he, publishing
So here we go
So what's the scenario
I own so many cars
That I'm rentin them for videos

Oh, what a night (big dream, baby)
Late December 1993
Who thought he would rule the industry
What an M.C on my mic

Oh, what a night (uh-ho, uh-ho)
Late December 1993
Who thought he would rule the industry (uh-ho, uh-ho)
What an M.C on my mic (uh-ho, uh-ho)

I had a good time, girl
I gotta go now
Don't cry, I be back (hey, baby)

I'm leaving on a concord plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
I gotta hit this road and make this dough
I gotta pay for my crib in Mexico
She said, hold me, don't ever let me go
But I'm leaving on a concord plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
I gotta hit this road and make this dough
Night after night, show after show
She said, hold me, don't ever let me go
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh