The Ish lyrics
by Pras
[Intro: Wyclef Jean and (Lauryn Hill)]
Oh ain't no more falling down right now
Stand up
(I wish this joint was off the ground)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
[Verse 1: Lauryn Hill]
This some Adam and Eve sh*t
Cain and Abel sh*t
n*ggas been warned sh*t
Get it and gone sh*t
All when it's on sh*t
Some Louie Vuitton sh*t
n*ggas should pawn sh*t
Biters begone sh*t
Eat up my corn sh*t
Bailers been torn sh*t
Some top of the pop sh*t
When do they drop sh*t
Shottas they pop sh*t
This hotter than hot sh*t
Thought we forgot sh*t?
Some Ghetto Red Hot sh*t
This is some Super Cat sh*t
Red Stripe sh*t
Some actual hype sh*t
Some thief in the night sh*t
This is some dead right sh*t
Sometimes we fight sh*t
Some makeup and write sh*t
We spark and ignite sh*t
[Hook: Wyclef Jean and (Lauryn Hill)]
Yeah...we gone be here
Don't rock it too hard though
Oh ain't no more falling down right now
(Hey)
You ready
(I wish this joint was off the ground)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
[Verse 2: Pras]
What a bam sh*t
Move like Lebron sh*t
Black tervuren sh*t
Bible or Quran sh*t
Yellow cab, blue Bottega bag in the armpits
Bidding at the auctions
And you all hog sh*t
Do an interview with CNN
North Korea crisis
But I be speaking the truth
So they ain't advertise it
f*ck it I'm erratic going savage on some fly sh*t
New Mclaren dealer had to teach me how to drive it
Beach cot sh*t
Griyo in the pot sh*t
Stones dripping everywhere
Think I need a mop sh*t
c*ckpit keep the rave in LA then ship it to Florida
Halle Berry get to Haiti, we clearing the water
Mm, Rodeo drive on the late night
Yeah, circle the block like a Great White
Take flight Gucci bible on the right
n*gga the flow ain't been this great since March 9th (R.I.P)
[Hook: Wyclef Jean and (Lauryn Hill)]
Yeah....uh huh
Don't let me fall down
Come on
(Hey)
Understand me
(I wish this joint was off the ground)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]
I don't curse much, but dude he a muhf*cker
Listen muhf*cker, I'm a crazy muhf*cker
I work for what I got, you a lazy muhf*cker
The money that you borrowed, payback muhf*cker
You tell your girl you love her just to f*ck her muhf*cker
See her next day just to duck her muhf*cker
How many of y'all know a selfish muhf*cker
Lies, says his mother got cancer
Man that muhf*cker
Then he copped a hummer license plate
sh*ts says 'muhf*cker'
Because muhf*cker don't even care about his mother, f*cker
Two weeks later muhf*cker crash the hummer
Now thats what I call Karma Karma muhf*cker
Now I'm stuck in traffic, bumper bumper with this muhf*cker
I should have took the jet, I would have been gone muhf*cker
[Hook: Wyclef Jean and (Lauryn Hill)]
Uh huh
Don't let me fall down
Come on
(Hey)
Understand me
(I wish this joint was off the ground)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)