Lirik Lagu Ready Or Not (Salaam's Ready For The Show Remix) - The Fugees
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[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!) - WyclefHere 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 theborder!Ay! Ay!...Ay! Ay!You should've have died before you reach this station, Refugees we all gomurder!Now!!!
[Wyclef]
Yo! Now that I escape, selling four million platesMy beeper vibrates, like California earthquakesBut I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're notM.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukeboxStill ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong!Lyrical tongueWireless mics from SamsungWyclef, seduced once by an actressAngela Basset wanted the head of Jean BaptisteMeanwhile across town, I steal no money to CarlitoMama always say don't gambleI'm trapped in casinoNo more money in my bagsNightmares, getting closerI slept on Elm Street, Freddy KrugerWoke up with a German LugerBlack serial killer, man turns to gorillaProvoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's ThrillerB-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 babiesGive all the pigs rabiesSend biting niggas to Haiti'sClothe young ladiesChase the rainbow, find the potFree the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lotLose the fameTake the moneyPlay boys, just like the bunnyFind a man with a planSlap a chicken, If she acts funnyBreak the bank, on tankStop niggas from acting stankTake over your vouch free RoversTeach a man to find JehovahOwn the stores, own the toursWatch the record, pimps and whoresMake love, stop the warsCop the land, like the lawsMake the last be the firstMake the God respect the EarthChange 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 scoresPor favor senor, I do the soundbite from here to El SalvadorReady 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 suspectTrapped in the firm, 'cause he fell to two techsProspects have thoughts, blood in like outletsI can read your whole flow, just like a pamphletThousands and thousands of wattsHigh volt!Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphaltTell the truth that you shouldn't sky offThis is Mr. Prakazrel, I don't take it as an insultI grab the money, money!Stash the cash-n-dash, peddle on the gasI'm clear like Everlast! (Never seen a refugee movin' so fast!) - SalaamNow catch me in JamaicaChillin' 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]
[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill (Chorus)] (Wyclef in parentheses)Ready Or Not! (Yo!) - WyclefHere 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 theborder!Ay! Ay!...Ay! Ay!You should've have died before you reach this station, Refugees we all gomurder!Now!!!
[Wyclef]
Yo! Now that I escape, selling four million platesMy beeper vibrates, like California earthquakesBut I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're notM.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukeboxStill ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong!Lyrical tongueWireless mics from SamsungWyclef, seduced once by an actressAngela Basset wanted the head of Jean BaptisteMeanwhile across town, I steal no money to CarlitoMama always say don't gambleI'm trapped in casinoNo more money in my bagsNightmares, getting closerI slept on Elm Street, Freddy KrugerWoke up with a German LugerBlack serial killer, man turns to gorillaProvoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's ThrillerB-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 babiesGive all the pigs rabiesSend biting niggas to Haiti'sClothe young ladiesChase the rainbow, find the potFree the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lotLose the fameTake the moneyPlay boys, just like the bunnyFind a man with a planSlap a chicken, If she acts funnyBreak the bank, on tankStop niggas from acting stankTake over your vouch free RoversTeach a man to find JehovahOwn the stores, own the toursWatch the record, pimps and whoresMake love, stop the warsCop the land, like the lawsMake the last be the firstMake the God respect the EarthChange 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 scoresPor favor senor, I do the soundbite from here to El SalvadorReady 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 suspectTrapped in the firm, 'cause he fell to two techsProspects have thoughts, blood in like outletsI can read your whole flow, just like a pamphletThousands and thousands of wattsHigh volt!Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphaltTell the truth that you shouldn't sky offThis is Mr. Prakazrel, I don't take it as an insultI grab the money, money!Stash the cash-n-dash, peddle on the gasI'm clear like Everlast! (Never seen a refugee movin' so fast!) - SalaamNow catch me in JamaicaChillin' 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]
