Chords for Fugees - Boof Baf (Official HD Video)

_ _ _ [F] I'm chill master now I love a thousand MC's
But how you gonna tell the real rappers from these phonies?
Cause he says everyone wanna deal with a company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they're ready to battle
Yeah, some write forward, some write backward
I wait for them niggas to do the [N] contemporary verse
Yo, with a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say, boom, leave the boat, you used to this Jamaica
And they used to think I was America, they cry
Remember that song, they say, [Db] yeah
Go back to Jamaica, [Fm] what go this what's new
But now we move up and up with the translated bullets
_ _ [Cm] I'm from the island, the island, I'm from the [Fm] strong island
MC's must be rockin' when I'm stacking phone back in my feet down
And my must be shook when I'm on the grill like an island
Black style, right, and the proof is in me when I come to battle
Yeah, I'ma see the shoes splatter, huh, [F] schoolin' while I'm on set
Boop-bop, another song that go right
Boop-bop, my boys talk, come fly
Boop-bop, another song that go right
Boop-bop, my boys talk, come [Ab] fly
Said if you write with pen, so you [N] must write with pen
If you have a rooster, you must have a hen
Five plus five, you know that he put the hen
Respect the yellow, check it, you gon' [F] do good
One, two, watch out for flow, go catch it
Three, four, bashing all the budget draft miss
Hot fuck, give him a stomp, go do action, static
Little sister, brother, I can do damage
Hey, y'all, my new sadrava, check me out, see me
Rollin' with the dro, but I have to bring home with it
[Ab] See, life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
Hell, [Bb] the poor hens, I beat the kid from [Ab] Timbuktu
One, two, six, three, meet your check, the mic, I'm ready
Three, four, leave the armies of God, [Fm] what easy
So what came first, man, the chicken or the hoodie?
If the hoodie came first, then man's name would be Nancy
Don't kill the Jesse James, roll, step back, sit your fist
I love your movie like the chit-chat with the Woody man
You say, now, Nylon, put your silence up the line
And when I call your name, I say, Kelly, man, Kelly, man, Kelly, man
[F] Boop-bop, another song that go right
Boop-bop, my boys talk, come fly
Boop-bop, another song that go right
Boop-bop, my boys talk, come fly
I'm on fire, fire, fire, fire
Tell them to like Jamaica
Electronic, electronic, _ _ _ electronic _ _ _
All _ _ [N] them who've had a convo now so say I'm a Nazi
Electronic, they listen to their name
It's exotic, you're panasonic
L-l-l-lute color, digital, digital
Price take the mic, man, you know you really paid up
Stolen, put them up for what they're fro [F] Yeah.
Ramen, Coke, Coke, styling out my own style.
[Fm] My brief, oh, all your bills.
I say no to smoke.
Cooling it, sad boys, that's me.
All that.
Cooling it, [N] cooling it, cooling it.
Sad boys, that's me.
All that.
Hold the mic, hold the mic, hold the mic.
I shoot them down with me lights, with the lights,
with the lights, with the lights, with the lights.
Boom, shoot, cool, cool, smoke.
I put my bulletproof on [F] my desk, and boy,
you know what that look [Cm] like.
Another sign of a [F] life.
For boys to have some pride.
Another sign of a life.
For boys [N] to have some pride.
The track goes from the brothers in the neighborhood
who used to rap for the front, right?
Hit them solos, yo.
Let me cut the block, cause I'm Booth Boss.
Booth Boss, I cut the block, but God stop.
I used to play hooky just to see how good an emcee worked.
He took a bus to ride a high.
I still took the bus.
No chiba chiba, just a Libra on a night ride.
I waited so long to come out, I thought it came back alive.
So here to spare as many fears and new stars, son.
There's nothing new under the sun.
When I come, I come, bam, bam, I like a zap.
He grabbed the [F] mic, I'm a reride.
I came back with the [N] bag, just like my mama, man.
I'm just controlling.
Move off in the block, but the spot that I click,
you get shot if your numbers are mine.
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane.
Or just remain yourself and be the same.
Cause many rappers, they say, they're up for nothing.
So, I'm taking it from the AM to the drive.
And I'm a guy that could never be better [F] than the creator
who's the originator, step up, perfect trainer.
See you later, alligator, backstabbing straight up.
Tape recorder, _ duplicator.
Roughly riding with the head friend, Langner.
And leave the 40 to be naughty in the refrigerator.
_ Another son of a rat, my boy just come fly.
_ Another son of a rat, my boy just come fly.
Another son of a rat, [Fm] my boy just come fly.
Another son of a rat, my boy just come fly.
Second man, say tell me where you get your name gun from.
You must have get it from the foreign land.
We want to shoot up the whole of America.
Pay number one or two at second man.
Say tell me where you get your name gun from.
You must have get it from the foreign land.
You want to kill your own brother, man. _ _ _ _ _