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Boof Baf - текст песни



Boof Baf


(feat. Mad Spider)




[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 (Texts of songs ) 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, try


(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy


(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try




[Mad Spider]


Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood


who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe


Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five


Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops


I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was


He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun


No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride


I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive


So hear the spirits, many fear, ?Sir New Stosser?


This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come


Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic


up the block they ran, I came back with the bag


cause that's my momma man


I'm just patrollin', move off in the block


but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about


So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane


A just remain yourself and be the same


Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'


So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm




[Pras]


Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator


whose the originator, step up infiltrator


See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor


Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!


AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!!!




[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


(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...




[Wyclef Jean]


Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!!) say tell me where you get your (???) from (BOOF BAF!!)


You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!!)


We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!!)


Pay the man to rhyme onto it


Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!!) say tell me where you get your (???) from (BOOF BAF!!)


You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!!)


You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!!)




[undecipherable singing]



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