收聽Fugees的Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix)歌詞歌曲

Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix)

Fugees, John Forte1996年2月13日

Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix) 歌詞

 

We used to be number ten but now we're permanent one

Wyclef Preacher's Son Ichiban I'm your candy handy man

Me without you is like American without the Band Stand

Cool fellow dance hall stay mellow

All that gun talk who would have thought you died yellow

D**n 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 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

Ooh it's the way that we rock

When we're doing our thing

Ooh it's the natural light that the Refugees bring

Ooh sweet thing

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 test this set

Then you get wet up just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet

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 d**k 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

You shouldn't diss refugees

And you whole sound set's bootie and

Ooh it's the way that we rock

When we're doing our thing

Ooh it's the natural light that the Refugees bring

Ooh sweet thing

I sit ninety 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

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