Fu-Gee-La 2013 Fugees
TracksFu-Gee-La

Artist: Fugees

Album: Hip Hop 100 Hits - Urban rap & R n B anthems inc. Jay Z, A$ap Rocky, Wu-Tang Clan & Nas

Release time: 24-06-2013

Fu-Gee-La - Fugees

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

So badly 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

 

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

 

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

 

Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's

and battle goons till high noon

Bust rap tunes on flat spoons,

take no shorts like poom poom'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

 

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

 

I sit 90 degrees

underneath palm trees

Smokin' beedi

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

What's goin' on

Armageddon come you know we soon done

Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump

A boy on thAnnotatee side of Babylon,

trying to front like he's down with

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

 

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

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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