Wyclef Jean - Where Fugees At? Lyrics
Intro:Uh huh, uh huhFeels good to be back at the essence where it all started you knowUh huh, uh huhWhat upUh huh, uh huhTurn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huhI got a few things I wanna tell the people out thereYo, yo, yoHook:All I hear is fugee this, fugee thatWhere fugee at? I need fugees to spit up on this trackLauryn if youre listenin, pras if youre listeninGimme a call Im in the lab in the booga basementYall 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 pistolaLoud mcs, feel the silencerYall still rhymin, yall cuckoo, I send cycles to belvueThis aint a sequel son, but I have you scream 2 [ahhh!]Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkiePut back on your shirt man you lookin like etYoure cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophoneYoure rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomesSee, yall aint mcs, you a cmCommon mother*****er rhymin about lexus and benzThe same benz you got jacked in, drunk off of ginYou woke up in hell gettin sexed by marilyn mansonYou lie, you deny, pass me the microphoneI guess like eddie murphy you was givin em a ride homeYeah right, 25 mics, material in the sourceWhile your rap crews on steroids lookin like full forceYour girl shes buffed, puffed, in daytime dont play roughThe freaks come out at night so thats when I bring out the cuffsGrandma marnier, cd player number twoShadaes in my bedroom singin sweetest tabooHook[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 jackHow could yall forget, Im the reason yall mcBut yall flip like pharisees and charge me for blasphemyYou know who you are, eight bar superstarKarate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cardsYou wanna impress, Im young chick, you just metFirst thing she say, I used to run with wyclefLook surprised, see your flesh outside your vestYeah you could fight, in the wwfCuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and hatersHopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigersOh lord, protect me from the devilThey open the book of life, yall readin like the anti christYour weak kid, stop lyin to the publicYou wanted it so bad that you took all the production creditsSome mcs in the underground, mad at me cuz Im above groundCounting english poundsI tell ya what, success dont come overnightI was in noahs ark for forty days and forty nightsContemplatin what should I write, what should I reciteCuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit iceThats when I daydream into the twilightGirls wit they man, screamin I hate lifeBaby girl look in the opposite directionCuz my class is the *misedu...*Hook
