The Fugees

The Fugees - Fu Gee La songtekst

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We used to be number 10
 Now we're permanent one,
 In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
 Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
 Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
 Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned.
 Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born
 And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn.
 Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm.
 Damn, Another dead pigeon
 If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
 Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
 Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade.
 That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror
 Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
 Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
 What's going 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.

 [LAURYN]:CHORUS
 Oooh La La La,
 It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
 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

 [LAURYN]
 Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon,
 Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's.
 See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
 Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.
 Hey Hey Hey
 Try to take the crew and we don't play play
 Say say say
 Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
 ODD-ly enough
 I can see right through your bluff
 Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST
 Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High",
 Cried when Cochise died.
 I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
 Don't remove my Polos on the first episode.
 Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
 Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
 Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when
 I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.

 [LAURYN]:CHORUS
 Oooh La La La,
 It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
 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

 [PRAZ]
 I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
 Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories,
 Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees,
 Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me.
 From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
 Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like,
 Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon,
 lyrics fast like Ramadan.

 [CLEF] (2X)
 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.

 [LAURYN]:CHORUS 2X
 Oooh La La La,
 It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
 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
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