I belong at the Refugee Camp
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin' at the Red Zone, hooded down
(Yo, Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley)
Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector
(It doesn't matter)
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
The girls, they wouldn't say "Hey!"
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
Drug money get converted into music
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
'Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
Now what it look like, it ain't really that
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
(It doesn't matter!)
Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
Are you crazy? You was married!
Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin'
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin'
Come on
And they start it off like this
Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble
Me, I used to stand outside
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, Rock I sold like seventeen million records
She had the ass the size of South America
(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?
Alright I'm with you, yo check it out
(It doesn't matter!)
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New Jersey
The dope man becomes an entertainer
(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)
(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)
So I proceeded with the conversation, I said
wanna show you how the old dances go
Yo, this is strictly a club record
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' la vida loca"
'Cause if you ain't sharin' people ain't carin'
How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
(It doesn't matter!)
(It doesn't matter!)
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
(It doesn't matter!)
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin'
Man listen, listen
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
(It doesn't matter!)
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the Booga basement
Electric slide on the dance floor
And "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi
I just got two new Grammy's man
Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Yo, yo, yo
(It doesn't matter!)
Who's performin' tonight? He said Shabba
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
And she said this
And these tired bouncers would not let me in
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
The needle ain't skip the record jerked
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
Excuse me I gotta cough
(It doesn't matter)
So he cocked the gat at my top hat
'Cause if you ain't sharin', people ain't carin'
And you always got an aunt or uncle
What hood you come from?
(It doesn't matter!)
And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more
You wanna go get diamond rings?
Yo, 'cause if you ain't sharin', people ain't carin'
(It doesn't matter!)
Girl, you in so much ice you could freeze New York
Back in the days it was all about the clubs
Yeah, that's when shorty walked up to her man
(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
Take me home, to the place
Hustlin' my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Girls! Until the IRS raids it
That's when she said a little too much conversation
That's where I live, oh