How Come

Here come the drums This Wyclef, I'ma go to Senegal, pick up Youssou N'Dour And this what he told me when I picked him up How come? (How come?) How come? (Here come the drums) How come? Thugs wanna disrespect me in the clubs How come? (How comes?) How come? (How come?) Here come the drums Shootouts over chicken heads, how come? Yo, I won the lotto, check out the lingo Me and my micro more chips than bingo You still S.O.S.O., your crew got no ammo I'm not a communist but I get guns from Castro Whether in trio or rocking solo Give up my chain 'cause you thought I was dolo Uh-oh, he about to be zero Send him back to Rio underground like Bobbito Play that kid out like Michael brother's Tito Then lay low in Cuba with the ladies speaking español So c-c-cabana, who ana on my scanner My grammar slammer any crews who choose to do So how come? (How comes?) How come? (How come?) How come I gotta wake up early to go to work? How come? (How comes?) How come? (How come?) And the boss is still paying me little money For your girl, she's Puff Puff, at daytime, don't play rough Freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuff Grand Marnier, CD player number two Sade's in my bedroom singing "Sweetest Taboo" Thugs looking at me saying, "Clef, don't bite your lip" Freak the girl shit, when's the last time you unloaded a clip? Casinos and rackets, sawed-offs and hatchets I dress just like a waitress just to get into your banquet Could I take your order? You peep me through the shades Compliments to the chef, fettuccine and hand grenades Your eyes are hard, fall to the floor, I hear weeping I pick up your heart, squeeze it while it's still beating How come? (How comes?) How come? (How come?) How come you're not breathing now? How come? (Here come the drums) Shouldn't have been taught me, kid How come? (How come?) How come? (How come?) How come we don't chill out on the violence? How come? One time Told y'all I'ma take y'all to Senegal for a second Two times Kids don't know nothing about it Check the culture Three times Youssou N'Dour, you know what I mean? Yo, Youssou, tell 'em something, man Uh-huh, uh-huh I'm feeling you, kid, I'm feeling you How come? (How come?) How come? There's always beef, how come? How come? (How come?) How come the record company's always stressing me? How come? (How come?) How come? How come my grandmother's still on welfare? How come? (How come?) How come? (How come?) Yeah, how come? Whatever Yo, nine-eight for the heavyweight Wyclef Jean and Youssou N'Dour, you know what I mean? On some "Going Back to America" type shit I'm out How come? How come? How come? How come? (How comes?) How come? (How comes?) How come? (How comes?)