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fugees - vocab (remix instrumental) كلمات الأغنية

chorus
you got the vocab
i got the vocab
you got the vocab
you know i got the vocab
you got the vocab
i got the vocab
hey, yo p-ss the mic so i can tell ’em i got the gift o’ gab
monkey see, monkey what? monkey, monkey be yourself. (x3)
hey yo catch me when i’m sober, but now i drink for the belt
so p-ss the root straight to the right hand side
make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high
i said it’s big emergency mind your busy body
he hit me. i broke his nose. the referee’s mr fuji
so hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don’t mock
the last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot
so mr rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
he looked at me a laughin’ said my music would make f.m
station. you’re haitian. you’ll never get nowhere
but i sweared on my grandmother grave we’d be here
so now when i back track
i back track far enough to make a n-gga run and leave his tongue back
you think i’m cool i think you’re cruel so here’s a sh-ll cap
on your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped
ratatatat

chorus

hoboes above leave the boat for the pope (?) (x3)
boat people here we go hi de hi de hi de ho yeah
some quest for the truth, some bust a loop
and search for some knowledge that come runnin’ in the woods
and if i should a choose to be one
then i will be a ???? hoodin’ with books and look to k!ll
my proof is in my puddin’
if i chill in the hood would you be say that i’m hoodin’?
now. let me exercise a new style that will brutalise
mcs into a warpath genocide
n0body move, n0body get hurt. it’s a h0m-cide
so jump jump punks ready to get stuck
evil kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts
i’m mostly fillies, i’m just straight up front, ha
meat ya tryin’ to light up you get blast like nitrogen
runnin’ for mercy, runnin’ for oxygen
bad l.a. meat you’re better off comittin’ suicide
i shoot the lip so high i strip you of your carbon dioxide
rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin’ ‘oh my’
boof baff another son a go die
what’s the matter with the black man? (black man) (x2)
now a statistic. so dreams of her become realistic

poor b-st-rd gets mystic i don’t believe you checked the psychic
emanc-p-te your mind. don’t set the limit. reach the summit
free your spirit ’cause your blunted
from the lyrics i just stuttered
‘live off the streets’ says the brother with the machete
‘live off the lady’ says the brother with the glock in patrol
i live logically, no weak slave to poverty
you see it’s very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet
brothers from my way they used to get mad plays
till they caught us bustin’ doughnuts ’til the break of day
brother, my brother, you played me undercover
she wouldn’t be your lover so now you tried to dis her
for sister. you missed her but ask yourself a question
can i make a suggestion? i need a true confession
is she skivs ’cause the skin that she’s in makes you sin?
does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister?
mister. i asked him for a hanky. he asked if he could spank me
so why’d you disrespect me, sir?
were you thinking i’m misguided or were you tryin to hide it
that you had no father figure
which? check out your wackness. it won’t distrust my blackness
i wonder for a smack, but don’t think that it would help this
what’s the matter with the black man (black man)
all original gunman dem original good (bahahahahahahaha) (x2)
come jackin’ it up an’ i bad an’ me fell in ma b00by trap
with a rappin’ up for the eight track play back laid back sit back
an i’ll ???? an me runnin’ ???? as a matter a fact
’cause i trappin’ a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. woah!
united we stand, divided we crumble
what’s the flavour? more babylon, more babylon, more babylon fall (x2)
these days every man want to be a god
lay down the gun every man on the floor
but the real gunman him not play hollywood role
because he pull out his gun and send another boy down
watch us bleed. another gunman go bleed
watch us bleed. if i used up all my dust i got ????
watch us bleed. me up an’ comin’ ready
watch us bleed. watch us for original tranzlator crew
oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see
we out

- fugees

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