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Fugees
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Fu-Gee-La - Album Version
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 you're 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 day 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
Ooh, la, la, la It's the way that we rock When we're doing our thang Ooh, la, la, la It's the natural L.A. That the refugees bring
Oh, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, lah Sweet thing
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
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And ha, ha, ha, ha, you whole sound set's bootie And ha, ha, ha, ha, you have to respect Jersey 'Cause I'm super fly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La
Ooh, la, la, la It's the way that we rock When we're doing our thang Ooh, la, la, la It's the natural L.A. That the refugees bring
Oh, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, lah Sweet thing
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
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
Ooh, la, la, la It's the way that we rock When we're doing our thang Ooh, la, la, la It's the natural L.A. That the refugees bring
Oh, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, lah Sweet thing
Ooh, la, la, la It's the way that we rock When we're doing our thang Ooh, la, la, la It's the natural L.A. That the refugees bring
Oh, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, lah Sweet thing
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