[Lauryn] I hope so, baby. Can you put me through to the Fugees bootleg hotline?
[Male voice] Please hold while I connect your call
[Kool DJ Red Alert] Now check this out: I say I want joints! Don't be jivin' me! This is Kool DJ Red Alert You make 'em, I play dem, das right!
[Clark Kent] Ready or not, here I come Clark Kent make the remix real real fun Hold me down Don't forget y'all Clark Kent nineteen-nine-whatever for the remix y'all
[Lauryn] Ready or not
You can't run away from these styles I got, oh baby Hey baby, 'cause I got a lot, oh yeah Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby Hey baby, you can't hide from the block, oh yeah
[Wyclef] Yo Now that I escape selling five million plates My beeper vibrates like California earthquakes But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot then not M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose they spot on the jukebox Still ichiban, wack M.C.'s get da gong Lyrical tongue, wireless mics from Samsung Wyclef seduced once by an actress Angela Basset wanted the head of John the Baptist Meanwhile, across town, I still owe money to Carlito Mama always said 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
[Lauryn] Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist So scientists, lyricists, pop your Guinnesses
Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist So scientists, lyricists, pop your Guinnesses
[Lauryn] If I could change the times and 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 make salaat 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, own tanks Stop niggas from acting stank Take over, give out free Rovers Teach a man to find Jehovah Own the tours, own the stores Watch the record pimps and whores Make love, stop the wars Cop the land like the Moors Make the last be the first Make the God respect the Earth Change the murder rate to the birth Bust it
[Lauryn] Ready or not, here I come You can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not, here I come You can't hide Gonna find you and make you want me
[Pras] No more tours, no more Scores Por favor senor, I tempt crews like a bull to a matador Run you for your Range Rover, like that Leave you in a broken Nova, like that Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! Rather be slaughtered than be captured Three refugees, one unusual suspect A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get? Lust got you busted unlocking my vault Body executed right on the asphalt Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in New York
[Lauryn] You can't run away from these styles I got, oh baby Hey baby, 'cause I got a lot, oh yeah Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby Hey baby, you can't hide from the block, oh no
Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist So scientists, lyricists, pop your Guinnesses
Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist So scientists, lyricists, pop your Guinnesses
(Ready or not)
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This remix samples the 1959 jazz standard “Django” by The Modern Jazz Quartet.
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