Fugees - Vocab (LP Version) lyrics
[Fugees - Vocab LP Version lyrics]
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 pass the mic so I can tell
'em I got the gift o' gab
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey
Monkey be yourself
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey
Monkey be yourself
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey
Monkey be yourself
Hey yo catch me when I'm sober
But now I drink for the belt
So pass 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 FM
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
Nigga run and leave his tongue back
You think I'm cool I think you're
Cruel so here's a shell cap
On your gluteus maximus and
Leave ya handicapped ratatatat
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 pass the mic so I can tell
'em I got the gift o' gab
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope
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 to choose to be one
Then I will be a thinkin' hoodlum
With books and look to kill
My proof is in my puddin'
If I kill 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
Nobody move, nobody get hurt it's a homocide
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 LA 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)
What's the matter with the black man?
(Black man) now a statistic so dreams
Of her become realistic
Poor bastard gets mystic I don't
Believe you checked the psychic
Emancipate 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 would offer 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)
All original gunman dem original good
(Bahahahahahahaha)
Come jackin' it up an' I bad an'
Me fell in ma booby 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
What's the flavour? More
Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall
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
You got the vocab you know I got the vocab
You got the vocab i got the vocab
Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell
'em I got the gift o' gab
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey
Monkey be yourself
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey
Monkey be yourself
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey
Monkey be yourself
Hey yo catch me when I'm sober
But now I drink for the belt
So pass 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 FM
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
Nigga run and leave his tongue back
You think I'm cool I think you're
Cruel so here's a shell cap
On your gluteus maximus and
Leave ya handicapped ratatatat
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 pass the mic so I can tell
'em I got the gift o' gab
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope
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 to choose to be one
Then I will be a thinkin' hoodlum
With books and look to kill
My proof is in my puddin'
If I kill 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
Nobody move, nobody get hurt it's a homocide
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 LA 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)
What's the matter with the black man?
(Black man) now a statistic so dreams
Of her become realistic
Poor bastard gets mystic I don't
Believe you checked the psychic
Emancipate 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 would offer 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)
All original gunman dem original good
(Bahahahahahahaha)
Come jackin' it up an' I bad an'
Me fell in ma booby 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
What's the flavour? More
Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall
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