Fugees

Fugees - Fu lyrics

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We used to be number 10
 But now we're permanent one
 Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang,
 Listen Mrs. Tin Can
 I'm your candy handy man
 Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
 Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
 All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
 Damn, another hero wannabe
 Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
 Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
 My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
 Doo doo comes out your anal
 Just because your buff, don't play tuff
 Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.

 [LAURYN]:CHORUS
 Ooooh La La La,
 It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
 Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
 Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

 [FORTE]
 I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
 Bust when we rush,
 Through you must, know ruckus
 Crew got G's like the refu's
 So F who
 Ever want to test
 Bring me stress,
 West coast back to east,
 Grab my toast when I reach
 Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
 Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
 We real to keep the word when
 A boy want fa testthis set
 Then you get wet-up
 Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet

 [LAURYN]
 Fake bullets can't scar me
 I can smell the weak out like safari
 Play you out like Atari
 Sacrifice you Hari Kari
 And I'm sorry,
 To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
 Saying they want to spar me
 Cause how thick my repertoire
 And my memoir be
 Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of
 Rhastafari.
 Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
 Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and

 [LAURYN]:CHORUS
 Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
 Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring
 Oooh 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 Indies
 Flea to sea, Ship my keys
 On 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 back
 But what they lack is the facts about my stats
 My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack

 [CLEF] 2X
 Ayo, What's goin' on
 Armageddon come you know we soon done
 Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
 A boy on the side of Babylon,
 Trying to front like he's down with
 Mount Zion
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Language: English

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