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      Fugees

      Album: The Score

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      Fugees - Fu-Gee-La Música y Letra

      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 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
      
      1-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. She loves me like no other before, ay
      
      Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till highnoon,
      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 superflywhen
      I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.
      
      (repeat 1)
      
      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 downwith
      Mount Zion.
      
      (repeat 1 twice)

      Fugees - Fu-Gee-La Música y Letra

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