Boof Baf chords and lyrics - FUGEES

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[Verse 1]
[F]
I'm Chill-Master-Nell of of of
a thousand MC's
But how are you gonna tell the real rappers from
these phonies?
'Cause these days,
everyone wanna deal with a record company
They go home,
they write a rhyme
They think they ready to battle Wyclef
Some write forward,
some write backward
I wait for them to get jiggy then
catch 'em in reverse, yo
With a verse that's worse
than the last one
Some say boof,
Even though you used to diss Jamaicans
And Haitians '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 boof baf the knuckles with
the Tranzlator Crew lawd

[Verse 2]
I'm from [F]the Island,
the island I'm from is the Strong Island
Mc's must be wacked when I syke
from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp until my holler girl,
I get all in
Black stylin', wildin',
Boof'll be trappin'
When they come to Battery Sound,
see they shoes flappin'

[Verse 3]
Huh! Coolin' while I'm rappin'
[F]
(Boof baf) Another son
gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come
try
(Boof baf) Another son
gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try

[Verse 4]
Said [F]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 spite the yellow man, check it two,
one-two, one, syke

[Verse 5]
[F](One, two) I throw a flow,
go catch it
(Three, four) Back she throw before
the track miss
(How far?) Can our style go
to wreck this static?
(Will the sister grab the mic
and do damage?)

[Verse 6]
Ayo, I used to drive a hooptie, check me now, Snoopy
[F]
Rollin' With The Jones' but I
prefer Home Alone
See, life's got no value
if I ain't got no statue
Hannibal heads,
I be the kid from Timbuktu
(One, two) Simply means, yo, check the mic,
I'm ready!
(Three, four!) Means the armies
of God with Uzi's
So, what came first,
man? The chicken or the hoodie?
If the hoodie came first,
then mans' name would be Nancy
So kill the Jesse James, rough,
step back, check your stance
I'll let you feel me like the
chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You You You You You You say non-violence,
but but you're Silence of The Lambs
And when I call your name,
I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

[Verse 7]
(Boof baf) Another son gonna [F]die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come
try
(Boof baf) Another son
gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just
come try

[Verse 8]
Well, I'm on [F]fire (fire),
fire (fire), fire (fire)
So let me re-light your Viacom
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic
(coof)
And let you enter
the-the-elec-tronic (coof)
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic
(coof)
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic
All All that movin',
I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime,
your Panasonic
Ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the the di-di-di-digital
Pras, take take take the mic, man,

[Verse 9]
you know you're really critical
[F]Stall MC's soft,
put 'em up for-ah Death Death Row (yeah)
Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
Slap a priest fool, ooh,

[Verse 10]
you're filth-swolled
[F]I say no to spliff, but my friends still smoke
jumbo coolin' it coolin' it coolin' it
Somebody chuck me a hold the mic, hold the mic,
hold the mic
I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one,
last one
(Boo-shoo-coo-coo, smoke)
I got my bulletproof and now to
send my bozack

[Verse 11]
(Boof baf) Another son gonna [F]die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come
try
(Boof baf) Another son
gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try

[Verse 12]
[F]This rap goes for the brothers
in the neighborhood
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 but got stopped
I used to play hookie just to
see how good an MC was
He said I bust a battle aight,
I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba, just a Libra
on a natural high
I waited so long to come out,
I died and came back to life
So, hear the spirits,
many fear us, a new style, son
This the new thing under the sun,
when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the pocket book,
they ran
I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma,
man
I'm just patrollin', boof baf on the block
But the spot that I clock,
you get shot if your numbers' are bad
So, don't get caught in the fast lane,
the fast lane
And just remain yourself
and be the same
'Cause many rappers these days
say nuttin' for nuttin'
So, here's somethin',
um, to take you from the AM to the PM

[Verse 13]
[F]'Cause an imitator could never
be greater
Than the creator whose the originator,
step up perpetrator
See you later, alligator,
back-stabbin' traitor
traitor
Tape recorder, duplicator
Roughly ridin' with the head
Tranzlator, huh!
And leave the 40 to be naughty in
the 'frigerator

[Verse 14]
(Boof baf) Another son gonna [F]die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come
try
(Boof baf) Another son
gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come
try
(Boof baf) Another son
gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come
try
(Boof baf) Another son
gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just
come try

[Verse 15]
Say, gun-man [F](boof baf)
Say, tell me where you get your damn
gun from? (Boof baf)
You musta get it from the foreign
land (boof baf)
We want to shoot up the whole
of Babylon (boof baf)
Pay the man to rhyme onto it
Say, gun-man (boof baf)
Say, tell me where you get your damn
gun 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) what'cha

[Verse 16]
[F]Cah bad bwoy
Mi ah tell ya, bad bwoy dem
a buss shot (boof baf)
An all dem a talk an all dem ah
chat (boof baf)
Grab the 9mm an wi arm up di
Glock (boof baf)
An all dem a talk,
cah trust mi dem cyaa stop (boof baf)
Gi mi di mic becah mi got lyrics
to di max (boof baf)
Tell di wul ah dem mi ah di cream
ah di crop (boof baf)
Pull up an nuh mek mi a hgo nice
up di spot (boof baf)
Massive and crew comin' wicked
an hot (boof baf)
Bwoy come try test mi an put on some
'Pac (boof baf)
9mm, got di [F]gun, got di Glock (boof baf)