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Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not (9x)... [Lauryn Singing] You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah! [Wyclef - Verse One] Yo! Now that I escape, selling five million plates My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s 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 steal no money to Carlito Mama always said 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! (Imitating young Michael Jackson) And you don't stop!!! [Lauryn - Chorus] Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break! If any joker come fe' test another life we take! 'Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist! So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (?)! ( 2x ) [Lauryn - Verse Two] If I could change the times, and make rhymes, raise the babies 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 bounty 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 Moors Make the last be the first Make the God respect the Earth Change the murder rate to the birth! Bust it! [Lauryn Singing] Ready Or Not Here I come You can't hide! Gonna find you! And take it slowly! Ready Or Not Here I come You can't hide! Gonna find you! And make you want me! [Pras - Verse Three] No more tours, no more scores Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador Run you for your Range Rover, Like that! Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!! Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Wyclef in background) Rather be slaughtered, than be captured! Three refugees, one unusual suspect A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get? Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok (New York) [Lauryn - Singing] You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no! [Chorus - 3x]
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Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp unh! Ahh!) Yo...It never stops, what?! We comin' back! (Murder dat buoy!) Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!) [Wyclef] Jericho sound... No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!) Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!) Yo! We 'bout to set it! (L-Boogie, yes yo, what?!) We 'bout to set it! (We'bout to set it!) Yes! We 'bout to set it! (We 'bout to set it!) [Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill - Verse One] Yo, L won't take the mark though I swim with sharks I make the dark see the light Board the ark for forty nights Times reveal a broken seal, like a (pause) fiend steal You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal You make deals with devils The soul descends infinite levels Pray to God I see the next, rescripture in Holy text then ask to be forgiven for premarital sex In the same breath I speak with death about the times and how many joined his army over bullshit rhymes You see L change the topic, clear as fiber-optics Make talk about your clothes become microscopic decisions Young bitches in prison, messing 'round with that life Thug, drug dealer wife Consequence cut like a knife, then we learned that only Jah and God can protect You know the story, housing projects is purgatory So, teach the youths they got more rights than Miranda Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word! [Wyclef] Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?! Jericho Sound...System! Turn up your sound...Systems! [Wyclef - Verse Two] Yo, here he comes down the road A black Maserati, what up Raheem? (Whatup?! Whatup?! Whatup?!) He never fought unless necessary You shot at? He shot back The whole block felt the bang Last man to fight with his fists his name was Jackie Chan Not Charles Brownson Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking Cold freezer, so your body won't be stinkin' Read the will, he left the bills for his daughter Soleil Last words written just before he got killed Woman cry (Crying) Why wasn't I the one? Not knowing, the omen was her son DAMIEN! (Demonic voice in background) Father forgive 'em, for they know not what they done Their meaning of fun is who can draw the quicker gun Easy with the fizi Second rate the violence Those who disagree hear your ashes blow in silence! [Wyclef] Yo! Turn up your sound system! This is the Refugee Camp! Jericho Sound System! Know what I'm sayin'?! Te Bass production! Refugee Camp collaboration! Turn up your sound system! Come on! Turn up your boom system! This is how we do, turn it up, come on! [Prakazrel "Pras" - Verse Three] From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of Brooklyn-Marcy All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh! Illegal aliens, them all run invasions Broadcasting all over your radio stations (Radio station!) - Lauryn Mathematics, lead me to believe there's mysteries in numbers Lightning and thunder Enough, ribbons in the sky (Ribbon In The Sky!) To make Stevie Wonder and man it works, to say I come from down under (Come from down under!) The wiz kid got no ride You frontin' at the bar (You frontin' at the bar!) You ain't a star You rolled up in somebody else's car (You rolled up in somebody else's car!) You know the deal! BMW, Black Man Walking, came home your Timberlands was talkin'! (Uh huh) (Addressing Jeru) Niggas jealous 'cause the truth I said in Zealots Well let me tell it...Without Premier you couldn't sell it!!! [Lauryn] Murder dat buoy!!! [Wyclef - outro] We 'bout to set it, Yes! Yes! Jericho Sound! L-Boogie you know what I'm sayin? We gonna come like Star Wars, you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it! Nineteen ninety seven to the year two thousand and one! Ichi-Bang! Even in Japan! Yo, L you know the flavor! Battle star galactical! Who wanna battle?! Battle star galactical! Come on! You know the flavor! Jericho Allstars (Something in Creole) You know what I'm saying? You know, like the V Remember V, the old show we used to watch that? Yo...You know what I mean?! We 'bout to set it! Know what I'm sayin'! We 'bout to take y'all, you know what I'm sayin'?! Remember Mork & Mindy? We used to sit back, Happy Days you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it, but yo! Kids ain't playin' that no more, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas packin' pistols, once you hear the whistle, we 'bout to set it! You know what I mean? Yo! You know the flavor! You know what I mean?! Yo man! You know what I'm saying?! Good Times, J.J.... [Fades Out]
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Vocab
[Wyclef] Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh... [(Wyclef - Singing) {Wyclef in brackets} Lauryn Singing in parentheses] Vocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab) Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab) The Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab) So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab) [Wyclef - Verse One] Uh to my, people who pass I pass gas, to light my incense I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance A simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty Mom cry "misery" Little Bill waits for the adversary 'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem That's when, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!!) Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech! If your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked! I don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world And in my vision, the world is science fiction Roxanne!!! You don't have to work for money no more!!!! And...I'm not smiling at no fake M.C.'s 'Cause is it me, or do you work for the K.G.B. ? A-Schiscka Bob, he drives a Dodge, he's a nobody Nobody's a somebody This nobody's a spy, kid He's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller And if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's my Ban-ana So Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner? My Grandma slam-a-any crews Ban, or surrender, Anna! Refugee Camp, grab him! Bag him! Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him! [Chorus 1x] add "Vocab baby, vocab!" -Lauryn [Prakazrel "Pras"] Then cast off from here to Mexico! You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo! And when I rest my head it's on a peee-low! B-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO! You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough! And if you don't believe me ask Freres Jacques, hunhh! A-Freres Jacques! A-Freres Jacques! A dorme vous? A dorme vous? Say our father, who art in Heaven Forgive the foolish rapper For he not know how which he be steppin' Correctin' Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the D.J. That be selecting, that type of record Watch out now!!! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone if you feel you ain't a sinner After eight stays, we resorted to rebell I'm packin' up my Nine To remedy my stale (?) Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane! I'm even locking Stephen King in his own ending! God damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!!! Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics! All originale damn man is originale, oh! Bah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah! [Wyclef] Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence [Chorus 1x] [Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill] The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are! But I've been rockin' mic's since the days of Babylon! My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll I walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control You're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands You never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt's land Say, "Yes I can!" With the force of Elijah Steppin' to you, they get irrigated like the Niger So hide the cattle Fugees come to battle We'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles I'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize I caught you checkin' with them Bette Davis eyes! Surprise, surprise! You never knew a girl could stylize! It's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies Yo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92? Battle after battle! Crew after crew! So, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style! I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the H-A-I! It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it But once they understand they won't want to freak with this, see... I'm like the phantom That's flying like the bird Doin' shit you never heard Plus I come from the suburbs Word to God! I heard ya had it kinda hard and you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard! [Chorus 2x] "Vocab, baby" 14x (Lauryn)
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Ready Or Not
[Wyclef] I'm just about done... Yo, let me finish tuning this guitar... Yo, y'all ready for the show? [Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill (Chorus)] (Wyclef in parentheses) Ready Or Not! (Yo!) - Wyclef Here we come! (Uh Huh) All the biting M.C.'s and the pirates, I go run! (Come on, come on) (Why?)'Cause they are old! (And...) And we are young! (Uh huh...and) And while we're young, yes we're gonna have some fun! (Yo!) (Here it comes) Here we go! Skippity bop bop bop, skippity whoa!! Swing! (Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo!) Skippity bop bop bop, skippity WHOA!!! SWING!! (Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!) [Wyclef] You should've have died before you reach this station, Refugees we run the border! Ay! Ay!...Ay! Ay! You should've have died before you reach this station, Refugees we all go murder! Now!!! [Wyclef] 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 M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s 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 steal no 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! (Imitating young Michael Jackson) And you don't stop!!! [Chorus 1x] [Wyclef] Yo, L-Boogie where you at? [Lauryn] I'm just adjusting my mic [Wyclef] Come on, yo L-Boogie where you at?! [Lauryn] I'm just adjusting my mic! [Wyclef] Yo, L-Boogie where you at? Come on! [Lauryn] I'm just adjusting my mic! [Wyclef] Well won't ya, grab the mic and lead the blind to the light?! [Lauryn] If I could change the times, make rhymes, raise the babies 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!) [Chorus 1x] [Wyclef] Hey yo, Pras where you at? [Prakazrel "Pras"] I'm just adjusting my mic [Wyclef] Yo! Hey yo, Pras where you at?! [Pras] I'm just adjusting my mic! [Wyclef] C-C-Come on, yo Pras where you at?!! [Pras] I'm just adjusting my mic! [Wyclef] Well won't ya, grab the mic and make the crowd react! [Prakazrel "Pras"] No more tours, no more scores Por favor senor, I do the soundbite from here to El Salvador Ready to take over, Like that! (Gun cocks) Run your whole crew over, Like that!! (Gunshot) Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Lauryn in background) 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 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!) - Salaam Now catch me in Jamaica Chillin' at the break of sunsplash! [Chorus 1x] [Lauryn] (Ooo-wee!) To Queens (Ooo-wee!) To New Jersey (Ooo-wee!) To Brooklyn (Ooo-wee!) ...and Uptown (Ooo-wee!) ...and Long Island (Ooo-wee!) ...Staten Island (Ooo-wee!) ...U.C. (University of Columbia) (Ooo-wee!) ...Miami! (Ooo-wee!) ...To Jamaica! [Fades out]
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Killing Me Softly
[Lauryn - Verse One] - (Pras in parentheses) Yo! Yo! What?! I heard he sang a good song, yeah! Yo...I heard he had a style And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile! (Yo, yo, yo, yo...unh,unh) What?! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!...And there he was, this young bra! (Just a lil' kid chillin' on a...unh) Ha-Ha! Stranger to my eyes! (C'mon, what?! Unh, Ahh!) [Chorus] - (Wyclef & Pras in parentheses) {Pras in brackets} Strummin' my pain with his fingers, yo! (One time!) Singing my life with his words...Two times! (Two times!) {Come on!} Killing Me Softly With His Song...Killing Me Softly! {Yo! Unh-uh! Unh-unh- unh-unh!} With His Song, telling my whole life! {Ha! Unh, unh!} With his words, Killing Me...Softly! Yo, yo...Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! {Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo, unh!} With His...Song! (Yo L-Boogie!) (Throw 'em off the bridge!) - Wyclef [Bridge] [Chorus 1x]
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No Woman, No Cry
(Featuring Steve Marley and Sharon Marley) [Wyclef] - (Lauryn in parentheses) ...Yo, Steve Marley throw on your Father's old record...(Yeah) - Lauryn Ha! Classic material...Refugee Camp, hold tight! Yes, yes! Steve Marley, come on! Ah-Ha! Wyclef, Ha-Ha! Feel the Gong! Heh-Heh! Yes, yes y'all! Heh, come on!...Yes, yes! Feel the Gong! (Echo) [Steve Marley - Chorus] - {Marley sisters background singing in brackets} No Woman, No Cry (Crowd Cheers) No Woman, No Cry! {No Woman, No Cry!} No Woman... No, No Woman!...No Woman, No Cry! {No Woman, No Cry!} [Steve Marley - Verse One] (Wyclef in parentheses) {Marley sisters in brackets} You see... Said I remember! Oh, when we used to sit (Where at?) - Wyclef In a government yard, in Trenchtown {Town!} - Marley Sisters (And what did you used to see son?) Well oh, I was observing, them hypocrites! As they would... Mingle with the good people we meet {Meet!} Yeah-yeah! Good friends we have, and oh well! Good friends we've lost! Yeah-yeah! Along...The way! {Way!} Yeah! In this great future, yeah! You can't forget your past! Say-yeah Oh, dry your tears I say {Say!} [Chorus 1x] [Wyclef] - (Lauryn singing in parentheses) - {Marley sisters in brackets} Say! Say! Say! Say! I remember! When we used to sit! [Where at son?] Oh, In a project yard, in Brooklyn! {Lyn!} [Oh, yeah right when I left Haiti, ha] And little George he, would make the fire light! (I tell ya!) As...Stolen cars passed through the night {Night!} [Newark, New Jersey, AH- Ha!] And then we'd hit, the corner store! For Roots, paper, and brew, wooh! {Brew! Whoo!} My drinks, my only remedy! I tell ya! (Sold out! Sold out!) For pain of losing, family... But while I'm gone, sure thing... [Steve, Lauryn, Sharon, and Pam singing] - (Clef, Eric, and Ziggy chanting) Everything's gonna be alright!! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) Everything's gonna be alright! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) Everything's gonna be alright!! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!) Everything's gonna be alright! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!) Everything's gonna be alright!! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!) Everything's gonna be alright! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!) Everything's gonna be alright!! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!) Everything's gonna be alright! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!) [Steve Marley] ...So, Woman No Cry! No, No Woman!...{No Woman, No Cry!} [Wyclef] Say! Say! Say! Say! Hey, little sista! Don't shed no tears! Said No Woman! No Woman, NO CRY! {No Woman, No Cry!] [Steve Marley] Lay-La-Lay-La-Lay-La-Lay-La-A-EE! [Wyclef] Yes-yes! Wyclef, Steve Marley sittin' back reminiscing This is how it used to be...Yes-yes! {No Woman, No Cry!] (Yeah, yo...Ghetto Youths up in here! heh) - Lauryn [Steve] No Woman, AY! No Woman, Ay! No Woman, No Woman, No Cry! No Woman, No Cry! (With Wyclef) {No Woman, No Cry!} [Lauryn] Yeah...Refugees up in here... [Marley Sisters] - (Steve in parentheses) Little darlin' (Yeah you!) Don't shed no tears!............ [ALL JOIN IN] NO WOMAN, NO CRY!!! (No cry!) - Steve
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Vocab
Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then pray tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Two: Prazwell Then cast off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo And when I rest my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh Say o-ur father, who art in heaven Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh [Prazwell] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Three: Wyclef Check it out, here we go Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin? I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop from be-bop to bee-bee [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab