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  • Текст песни The Fugees - Boof Baf

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    Boof Baf

    [Wyclef Jean]
    I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees
    But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
    Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
    They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better
    Some write forward, some write backward
    I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo
    With a verse that's worse than the last one
    some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans
    and Hatians cause you thought I was American
    Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!!
    Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new
    But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!!

    [Pras]
    I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island
    Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
    Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
    Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'
    When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'
    Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'

    [Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
    (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
    (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
    (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
    (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try

    [Wyclef Jean]
    Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)
    If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)
    Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)
    Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site

    [Pras]
    One, two, I throw a flow to catch it
    Three, four, back she know before the track miss
    I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static
    (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!!)

    [Lauryn Hill]
    Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
    Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones
    See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
    Hannibal heads, I be the kid from "Timbuktu"
    One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready
    Three, four, please the army - "Oh God", with Uzi's
    So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie
    get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy
    To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps
    I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
    You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs
    And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
    Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can

    [Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
    (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
    (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
    (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
    (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try

    [Wyclef Jean]
    Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)
    So let me re-light your viacom
    And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
    And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
    And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
    And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
    All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
    You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic

    The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
    Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical

    [Pras]
    Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)
    Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
    Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled

    [Wyclef Jean]
    I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke ?Juano?
    Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it
    Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?
    hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em
    down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and
    (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!!) SMOKE!!
    I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack

    [Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
    (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
    (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, t

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