Bad-bad luck
And now you broke
Alright
I hear you get deporting, Lord know
And they send you back a yard into a winter coat, mmm
You get deporting, believe me
And immigration have your passport (Lord)
You phoning, say that a you run things
Straight from up a Bronx to down inna Brooklyn
But di Yankee-dem a jailhouse-dem not enough, no
'Cause the good thing in your sneakers you have fi pass it up
Lord-God, hey
You get deporting, mmm
And they send you back a yard into a winter coat, Lord-God
You get deporting, mmm
After you make a little try upon a little boat (Alright)
You claiming, try that, yeah, you run di block
But now you under di jailhouse lock
Just because you juggling two dime bag of weed, yeah, 'pon the corner
You get by by an informer
And now you get deporting, mmm, alright
Lord know, oh, what a thing (Lord)
My God
You phoning, say that a you run things
Straight from up a Bronx to down inna Brooklyn
Just because you earn a few Yankee dollar, yeah
Trying to disrespect your little brother
But now you get deporting, Lord know
And they send you back a yard into a winter coat, Lord know
I say, you get deporting, believe me
And immigration have your passport (Lordy, Lordy)
Oh, what a thing, mmm
What a ding-ding-ding-ding (Lordy, Lordy)
Bad luck, mmm
Right now you broke (Alright)
Now you come straight to yard, yeah, mmm
So help me Lord (Alright)
Immigration have your passport, yeah, mmm
Without make a little try upon a banana boat
'Cause you get deport (Alright)
Mmm, Lord know
Sorry to say (Alright)
It's your bad luck day
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