Текст песни Fugees - Vocab, слова песни Fugees

Текст песни Fugees - Vocab

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[wyclef]Uh-huh, uh-huh...[(wyclef - singing) {wyclef in brackets} lauryn singing in parentheses]Vocab, on your mind! {we used to rock the mics in the park!} (vocab)Vocab, in your mind! {we used to rock the mic after dark} (vocab)The vocab we bring is blunted on reality! {we used to rock the mics in thePark!}(vocab)So kick back, relax, with a crew called refugees {we used to rock the micAfter dark} (vocab)[wyclef - verse one]Uh to my, people who passI pass gas, to light my incenseI do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulanceA simple stick-up, cause affects on the wrong ladWrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming backYour hurry is he gets buried, the streets are emptyMom cry "misery"Little bill waits for the adversarycause if its my brother, I gotta get revengeAction brings reaction, provoked by the street gemThats when, oh help me, please zsa zsaMy niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (blaow!!)Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!If your shit is wack, dont turn your back, youll get pussy-smacked!I dont matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the worldAnd in my vision, the world is science fictionRoxanne!!! you dont have to work for money no more!!!!And...im not smiling at no fake m.c.scause is it me, or do you work for the k.g.b. ? A-schiscka bob, he drives a dodge, hes a nobodyNobodys a somebodyThis nobodys a spy, kidHes the rap trader, Im the battle fulfillerAnd if I was magilla gorilla, the mics my ban-anaSo coca-cabana, who anna on my scanner? My grandma slam-a-any crewsBan, or surrender, anna!Refugee camp, grab him! bag him!Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him![chorus 1x] add "vocab baby, vocab!" -lauryn[prakazrel "pras"]Then cast off from here to mexico!You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!And when I rest my head its on a peee-low!B-d-b-d-b-d-b-b-d-b-bo!You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!And if you dont believe me ask freres jacques, hunhh!A-freres jacques! a-freres jacques! a dorme vous? a dorme vous? Say our father, who art in heavenForgive the foolish rapperFor he not know how which he be steppinCorrectinStopped and kept and, nuff respect to the d.j.That be selecting, that type of recordWatch out now!!! when I choose to speakIm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenterKnowledge is born, to all beginnersCast the first stone if you feel you aint a sinnerAfter eight stays, we resorted to rebellIm packin up my nineTo remedy my stale (? )Ask your local mechanic, hell tell you my esophagus is very profane!Im even locking stephen king in his own ending!God damn it! you got static? ! drop your automatic!!!Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!All originale damn man is originale, oh! bah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah![wyclef]Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence[chorus 1x][lauryn "l-boogie" hill]The gorey got you hot cause you coop what you are!But Ive been rockin mics since the days of babylon!My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin was the scrollI walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my controlYoure swole cause you couldnt cross the burnin sandsYou never had no mercy when my people was in egypts landSay, "yes I can!" with the force of elijahSteppin to you, they get irrigated like the nigerSo hide the cattleFugees come to battleWell take all your bounty, then well eat your vittlesIm used to the type of poetics that mesmerizeI caught you checkin with them bette davis eyes!Surprise, surprise! you never knew a girl could stylize!Its from the soul! I aint freakin with white liesYo, hey guys! remember the summer of 92? Battle after battle! crew after crew!So, hachoo! fugees coming with a brand new style!Im rollin with them hoodies from the h-a-i!It takes awhile for them average niggas to get itBut once they understand they wont want to freak with this, see...Im like the phantomThats flying like the birdDoin shit you never heardPlus I come from the suburbsWord to god!I heard ya had it kinda hardAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard![chorus 2x]"vocab, baby" 14x (lauryn)

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