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    "The Sweetest Thing [Mahogany Mix]" Lyrics

    Fugees feat. Lauryn Hill

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    Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey
    Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word
    Hey yo, one two three, the crew is called ReFugees
    And if you come fa tes the rap stylee
    Stop the violence and just bring it on, wild

    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 bourgeoisie 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 flyin' 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

    (You got the vocab)
    I got the vocab
    (Underground got the vocab)
    You know we got the vocab
    (All my peeps got the vocab)
    Yeah, we got the vocab
    Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

    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 Jacques
    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, ah

    Say, our 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 ah

    (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
    Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

    Check it out, here we go
    Back in Eighty-three, 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-DMC used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
    I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
    Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
    Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter

    Say La-di-da-di, 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

    (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
    Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

    (You got the vocab)
    Yeah, we got the vocab
    (Queens got the vocab)
    You know y'all got the vocab
    (Uptown got the vocab)
    Yeah, they got the vocab
    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
    Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
    This song was submitted on October 17th, 2014 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Barry De Vorzen, Barry De Vorzon, Lauryn Hill, Lauryn N. Hill, Wyclef Jean.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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