FUGEES - Fu-gee-la lyrics
rate me[clef]<br>We used to be number 10<br>But now we're permanent one<br>Wyclef, preacher's son, ichi bang,<br>Listen mrs. tin can<br>I'm your candy handy man<br>Me without you is like american without the band stand<br>Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,<br>All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow<br>Damn, another hero wannabe<br>Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary<br>Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,<br>My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,<br>Doo doo comes out your anal<br>Just because your buff, don't play tuff<br>Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.<br><br>[lauryn]:chorus<br>Ooooh la la la,<br>It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting<br>Oooh la la la, it's the natural la that the refugees bring<br>Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweeeeet thing<br><br>[forte]<br>I stay high off the fu-gee-la<br>Bust when we rush,<br>Through you must, know ruckus<br>Crew got g's like the refu's<br>So f who<br>Ever want to test<br>Bring me stress,<br>West coast back to east,<br>Grab my toast when I reach<br>Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,<br>Sippin' bourbon, surviving<br>We real to keep the word when<br>A boy want fa testthis set<br>Then you get wet-up<br>Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet<br><br>[lauryn]<br>Fake bullets can't scar me<br>I can smell the weak out like safari<br>Play you out like atari<br>Sacrifice you hari kari<br>And I'm sorry,<br>To every single rapper, dick and harry<br>Saying they want to spar me<br>Cause how thick my repertoire<br>And my memoir be<br>Reminding me of eating calamari in the khalahari with a band of<br>Rhastafari.<br>Ha ha ha ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, and<br>Ha ha ha ha, you whole sound set's bootie , and<br><br>[lauryn]:chorus<br>Oooh la la la, it's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting<br>Oooh la la la, it's the remix sound that the refugees bring<br>Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweeeeet thing<br><br>[praz]<br>I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,<br>Sitting in the cool breeze in the west indies<br>Flea to sea, ship my keys<br>On the santa maria, sip sangria with senoritas<br>(they keep telling me this and telling me that)<br>They smile in my face then they talk behind my back<br>But what they lack is the facts about my stats<br>My rap impact will kill you softly like roberta flack<br><br>[clef] 2x<br>Ayo, what's goin' on<br>Armageddon come you know we soon done<br>Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump<br>A boy on the side of babylon,<br>Trying to front like he's down with<br>Mount zion.
