Letras
I'm just about done
Yo, let me finish tuning this guitar
Yo, y'all ready for the show?
Ready or not, here we come
All the biting emcees and the pirates, I go run
(Why?) 'Cause they are old and we are young
And while we're young, yes, we're gonna have some fun, here we go
Skippity-bop-bop-bop, skippity-whoa, swing (yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon, yo, yo)
Skippity-bop-bop-bop, skippity-whoa, swing (yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon)
You should've have died before you reach this station
Refugees, we run the border, aye-aye, aye-aye
You should've have died before you reach this station
Refugees we all go murder now
Yo, now that I escape, selling four million plates
My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes
But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
Emcees go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
Still ichi bang, wack emcees get the gong
Lyrical tongue, wireless mics from Samsung
Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste
Meanwhile, across town, I still owe money to Carlito
Mama always say don't gamble, I'm trapped in casino
No more money in my bags, nightmares, getting closer
I slept on Elm Street, Freddy Kruger woke up with a German Luger
Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
Provoked, I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller
B-B-B-B-B-Boo and you don't stop
Ready or not, here we come
All the biting emcees and the pirates, I go run
(Why?) 'Cause they are old and we are young
And while we're young, yes, we're gonna have some fun, here we go
Skippity-bop-bop-bop, skippity-whoa, swing (yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon, yo, yo)
Skippity-bop-bop-bop, skippity-whoa, swing (yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon)
Yo, L-Boogie, where you at?
I'm just adjusting my mic
C'mon, yo, L-Boogie, where you at?
I'm just adjusting my mic
Yo, L-Boogie, where you at? C'mon
I'm just adjusting my mic
Well, won't ya, grab the mic and lead the blind to the light?
If I could change the times, make rhymes, raise the babies (uh)
Give all the pigs rabies, send biting niggas to Haiti's
Clothe young ladies, chase the rainbow, find the pot
Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
Lose the fame, take the money, play boys, just like the bunny
Find a man with a plan, slap a chicken if she acts funny
Break the bank, on tank stop niggas from acting stank
Take over your vouch free Rovers, teach a man to find Jehovah
Own the stores, own the tours, watch the record, pimps and whores
Make love, stop the wars, cop the land, like the laws
Make the last be the first, make the god respect the Earth
Change the murder rate to the birth (swing)
Ready or not, here we come
All the biting emcees and the pirates, I go run
(Why?) 'Cause they are old and we are young
And while we're young, yes, we're gonna have some fun, here we go
Skippity-bop-bop-bop, skippity-whoa, swing (yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon, yo, yo)
Skippity-bop-bop-bop, skippity-whoa, swing (yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon)
Ayo, Pras, where you at?
I'm just adjusting my mic (yo)
Ayo, Pras, where you at?
I'm just adjusting my mic
Ayo, Pras, where you at?
I'm just adjusting my mic
Well, won't ya, grab the mic and make the crowd react
No more tours, no more scores
Por favor, señor, I do the soundbite from here to El Salvador
Ready to take over, like that
Run your whole crew over, like that
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
Rather be slaughtered than be captured
Three refugees, one usual suspect
Trapped in the firm, 'cause he fell to two techs
Prospects have thoughts, blood in like outlets
I can read your whole flow, just like a pamphlet
Thousands and thousands of watts, high volt
Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt, mm
And tell the truth that you shouldn't sky off
This is Mr. Prakazrel, I don't take it as an insult
I grab the money, money, stash the cash-n-dash
Peddle on the gas, I'm clear like Everlast
(Never seen a refugee movin' so fast)
Now catch me in Jamaica, chillin' at the break of sunsplash
Ready or not, here we come
All the biting emcees and the pirates, I go run
(Why?) 'Cause they are old and we are young
And while we're young, yes, we're gonna have some fun, here we go
Skippity-bop-bop-bop, skippity-whoa, swing (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Skippity-bop-bop-bop, skippity-whoa, swing (yo, yo, yo, yo)
(Ooh-wee), to Queens (ooh-wee), to New Jersey
(Ooh-wee), to Brooklyn (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee), and Uptown (what?)
(Ooh-wee), and Long Island (ooh-wee), Staten Island
(Ooh-wee), U.C. (ooh-wee), Miami
(Ooh-wee), to Jamaica
Yeah, yeah, yeah, one-two, one-two
Check it out
Representing Desert Storm Crew
Refugee Camp, it's the word famous DJ Clue
Yo, y'all, y'all gotta hit me with that Killing Me Softly Remix
It's mad butter, man
Hit me with that one time (how many mics do we rip on a daily?)