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Wyclef Jean - Where Fugees At? Lyrics

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  • Intro:
  • Uh huh, uh huh
  • Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
  • Uh huh, uh huh
  • What up
  • Uh huh, uh huh
  • Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
  • I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
  • Yo, yo, yo
  • Hook:
  • All I hear is fugee this, fugee that
  • Where fugee at? I need fugees to spit up on this track
  • Lauryn if youre listenin, pras if youre listenin
  • Gimme a call Im in the lab in the booga basement
  • Yall know my style, Im still *mini, money, mini, mini,
  • It aint all about the money*
  • [verse 1]
  • When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
  • Loud mcs, feel the silencer
  • Yall still rhymin, yall cuckoo, I send cycles to belvue
  • This aint a sequel son, but I have you scream 2 [ahhh!]
  • Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
  • Put back on your shirt man you lookin like et
  • Youre cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
  • Youre rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
  • See, yall aint mcs, you a cm
  • Common mother*****er rhymin about lexus and benz
  • The same benz you got jacked in, drunk off of gin
  • You woke up in hell gettin sexed by marilyn manson
  • You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
  • I guess like eddie murphy you was givin em a ride home
  • Yeah right, 25 mics, material in the source
  • While your rap crews on steroids lookin like full force
  • Your girl shes buffed, puffed, in daytime dont play rough
  • The freaks come out at night so thats when I bring out the cuffs
  • Grandma marnier, cd player number two
  • Shadaes in my bedroom singin sweetest taboo
  • Hook
  • [verse 2]
  • We used to rap, now yall wanna come and get me with a bat?
  • Yall must be smokin crack, with pookie from new jack
  • How could yall forget, Im the reason yall mc
  • But yall flip like pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
  • You know who you are, eight bar superstar
  • Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
  • You wanna impress, Im young chick, you just met
  • First thing she say, I used to run with wyclef
  • Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
  • Yeah you could fight, in the wwf
  • Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
  • Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
  • Oh lord, protect me from the devil
  • They open the book of life, yall readin like the anti christ
  • Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
  • You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
  • Some mcs in the underground, mad at me cuz Im above ground
  • Counting english pounds
  • I tell ya what, success dont come overnight
  • I was in noahs ark for forty days and forty nights
  • Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
  • Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
  • Thats when I daydream into the twilight
  • Girls wit they man, screamin I hate life
  • Baby girl look in the opposite direction
  • Cuz my class is the *misedu...*
  • Hook

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