The Fugees

The Fugees - Living Like There Ain't No Tomorrow lyrics

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Yo check it out. This is the boy Wyclef from Tranzlators, I'm coming from the
 Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands. So put the Rotts tonics in the
 air, yeah cause I'm-a start this one off like THIS. Cause niggaz are living
 like there ain't no tomorrow. I nuked this on the S900 cause I couldn't fford
 a 1100. I'm-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go.
 Hey yo people you're living like there ain't no tomorrow
 You get caught in the terra asside em and ga morro
 Father, forgeive him for he know not what he done
 When the bum search for drums, the son search for condoms
 He seek no, with his ring but with his head
 That leave many dead in hospital beds; now you and death are newlyweds
 So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it
 Is it world the death or better life in a casket
 Destuction of the flesh, new reporter wasn't coming
 The devil cursed him cause he couldn't follow 10 commandments

 Hook
 Living like there ain't no tomorrow
 You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
 You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
 You open up your eyes and them was ga marrow. WOO!
 Living like there ain't no tomorrow
 You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
 You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
 Open up your eyes.

 I called up the VP, she told me she was busy watching TV with Roxy
 I told her I was coming, she said that ain't necessary
 three's a crowd, so what's the philosophy?
 Another girl trying to take my girl away from me, easy
 Fuck the door, I jumped through the window
 SOMEWHERE over the rainbow
 Paranable and the bitch still in my home
 Stick stick in your socket, I sacrifice you like a live rabbit
 Fatal attraction the coffin's the cabinet
 Cause in the 90's girls got dicks
 So keep the light on and make sure that the chick don't that back
 She said that she did it with some girl named Lisa
 I said what's the boot yo, she pulled the camcorder
 Bust it, so what's the charge, you called me a womanizor?
 I tried to say sorrym she said say sorry for Taquisha.
 Chairs come flying my way like balls at basketball practice.
 Call the priest cause she's turning to the exorcist
 She kicked me out cause she was paying for the apartment
 That's real, you got no girl, if you got no money to spend
 But she had loved me for my mind and my poetic skills
 But bow i'm checking magazings and getting cheap thrills
 Asking myself when will it end?
 Cause when it came to sex, my hand was my best friends

 Hook (Replace you're with I'm and me)

 I had a cousin like a brother
 He tried to play me undercover
 He said I didn't bang her
 But the girl was his secret lover
 But I played stupid like my brain had no minerals
 It's so hard to say good-bye we singing at the funeral
 Girls smash it up easy, when they know they got the bugsy
 He used to sleep alone, but now he's riding Mrs. Daisy
 You say all my business my life's my life my knife's my knife
 So I be the lion that guards the trife
 But at the party, I still move my waistline
 A girl approached me and asked me for the time
 I said; no disrespect, but check the watch on your wrist
 And if you're looking for a hit check Charles Bronson from Death Wish
 Then All of a sudden her man pushed me from the back
 I turned out real cool- I said why did you do that?
 The name is Clef, Clef bon
 Then mark my word that I'm-a break your fucking arm
 Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size
 Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5
 Point it to your nose
 Now your blood turns to snow.

 Hook
 Yeah, word is born
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