Ready Or Not Salaam`s Remix Lyrics

Ready Or Not Salaam`s Remix lyrics

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