Fugees - Fu-gee-la Lyrics
[clef]We used to be number 10But now we're permanent oneWyclef, preacher's son, ichi bang,Listen mrs. tin canI'm your candy handy manMe without you is like american without the band standCool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellowDamn, another hero wannabeNow he sleeps with his friends in the mortuaryDude, i find it rude, when you intrude,My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,Doo doo comes out your analJust because your buff, don't play tuffCause i'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.[lauryn]:chorusOoooh la la la,It's the way that we rock when we're doing our tingOooh la la la, it's the natural la that the refugees bringOooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweeeeet thing[forte]I stay high off the fu-gee-laBust when we rush,Through you must, know ruckusCrew got g's like the refu'sSo f whoEver want to testBring me stress,West coast back to east,Grab my toast when i reachTruly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,Sippin' bourbon, survivingWe real to keep the word whenA boy want fa testthis setThen you get wet-upJust a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet[lauryn]Fake bullets can't scar meI can smell the weak out like safariPlay you out like atariSacrifice you hari kariAnd i'm sorry,To every single rapper, dick and harrySaying they want to spar meCause how thick my repertoireAnd my memoir beReminding me of eating calamari in the khalahari with a band ofRhastafari.Ha ha ha ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, andHa ha ha ha, you whole sound set's bootie , and[lauryn]:chorusOooh la la la, it's the way that we rock when we're doing our tingOooh la la la, it's the remix sound that the refugees bringOooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweeeeet thing[praz]I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,Sitting in the cool breeze in the west indiesFlea to sea, ship my keysOn the santa maria, sip sangria with senoritas(they keep telling me this and telling me that)They smile in my face then they talk behind my backBut what they lack is the facts about my statsMy rap impact will kill you softly like roberta flack[clef] 2xAyo, what's goin' onArmageddon come you know we soon doneGun by my side just in case i gotta rumpA boy on the side of babylon,Trying to front like he's down withMount zion.
