Vocab Lp Version lyrics

Artist  : Fugees 
Song : Vocab Lp Version



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														   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. (x3)  

 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 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 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.  

  

 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 kill.  

 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.  

 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 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 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 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
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 (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