Lyrics - Fu-ge-la by 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.
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
ACURAStevie
Wonder sees
Crack
Babies
Be-
Coming
Enemies of their ownfamilies.
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.
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 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
Mc
Cartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us,
WE
BUSTCause 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' 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.
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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