Текст песни Fugees - The Score, слова песни Fugees

Текст песни Fugees - The Score

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[CLEF]Look into the rhymeRum to the rippleSing boo,But at times I come in triple.Blaow, blaow put the heater to your headNow your dead.Wyclef don`t give a *beep* if your dead.Raaaaah, raaaahLet me attack just like the black catYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.Hooo, you`ve got to go for backupTo do what you gotta do.So you`ll be back with France CUTraitor in your crew is mafo heatPut the poison in your teaand kill the toad, But I`ll be back with the centipedeI`m on some new technique, drunken bambooAwoo hoo a hoo, I`m taking all crews what.Competition, stimulation for the rap manLosers check your tootersWhile I`m suckin` on your girls hooters.Don`t play macho, while you got the gunCause if you got to reload . . .[CLEF]Wyclef the multi-talentedAverage heads can`t handle itI`ll bring it to you liveOnly if you want it.Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC`s[C`mon check out my melody]The W-Y-C-L-E-F, WyclefThrough any contestI`m victoriousStill keep it real, if you will and manifestThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.[PRAZ]I`m a bring down the ruckusPlay the nutcrackerRough-neck rednecks make me no botherTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper,Boss, you don`t want to fuckk with my partnersMotion, commotion, what`s your proposalUphold two-fold, the crew is disposalLike utensil, false idental,I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil[LAURYN]I`m the L, Won`t you pull itStraight to the headWith the speed of a bulletCuttin` jokers off at the meeky-freeky gulletLyrical sedative, keep niggas medativeHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiendsDreams of euphoria,Aurora,To another galaxyPhallic-syBe this microphone, but get liftedLyrically I`m giftedBurn on in without the roach clip (it)Henders, mind-benderPleasure sender,So frequently your nerve endings belong to meWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smokeWack niggas chokeFrom the fumes that I emote,Or emit shitSee even I feel the mahogany LNatural hallucinogenTurning boys to men againWith estrogen dreamsRelease blues, yellows and greensFrom Brownsville to Queens[DIAMOND-D]I creep like a theif, no doubt the man`s swiftI`m more magnificent than Lee Van CliffYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff[We know where to run]And start flakin` like dandruff.C`mon son my steelo`s tightCause by far I`m the best producer on the micOn the right, analytical conceptionsWith precision and leave lyrical incisions.

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The Score

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