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Fugees Lyrics
Fu-Gee-La Lyrics
[CLEF:] 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.
[CHORUS (Lauryn):] 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) REPEAT 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) REPEAT 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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