Fu-Gee-La
Fugees"Fu-Gee-La" is a song by Fugees, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:45 long and contains 67 lines and 451 words.
Lyrics
0:09We used to be number 10
0:11But now we're permanent one
0:14Wyclef preacher's son ichi bang
0:15Listen mrs tin can
0:17I'm your candy handy man
0:19Me without you is like american without the band stand
0:25Cool fellow dancehall stay mellow
0:28All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
0:34D**n another hero wannabe
0:39Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
0:47Dude I find it rude when you intrude
0:49My pistol nozzle hits your nasal
0:52Doo doo comes out your anal
0:55Just because your buff don't play tuff
0:59Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust
1:02：chorus
1:03Ooooh la la la
1:06It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
1:09Oooh la la la it's the natural la that the refugees bring
1:14Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah sweeeeet thing
1:20I stay high off the fu gee la
1:21Bust when we rush
1:22Through you must know ruckus
1:24Crew got g's like the refu's
1:25So f who
1:25Ever want to test
1:26Bring me stress
1:27West coast back to east
1:28Grab my toast when I reach
1:29Truly curvin' swervin lifestyle is urban
1:30Sippin' bourbon surviving
1:31We real to keep the word when
1:32A boy want fa testthis set
1:33Then you get wet up
1:34Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
1:36Fake bullets can't scar me
1:37I can smell the weak out like safari
1:38Play you out like atari
1:40Sacrifice you hari kari
1:42And I'm sorry
1:43To every single rapper d**k and harry
1:46Saying they want to spar me
1:48Cause how thick my repertoire
1:51And my memoir be
1:53Reminding me of eating calamari in the khalahari with a band of
1:57Rhastafari
1:57Ha ha ha ha you shouldn't diss refugees and
2:00Ha ha ha ha you whole sound set's bootie and
2:04：chorus
2:07Oooh la la la it's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
2:13Oooh la la la it's the remix sound that the refugees bring
2:18Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah sweeeeet thing
2:28I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees
2:31Sitting in the cool breeze in the west indies
2:36Flea to sea ship my keys
2:38On the santa maria sip sangria with senoritas
2:45They keep telling me this and telling me that
2:47They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
2:51But what they lack is the facts about my stats
2:55My rap impact will kill you softly like roberta flack
2:592x
3:00Ayo what's goin' on
3:02Armageddon come you know we soon done
3:04Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
3:11A boy on the side of babylon
3:21Trying to front like he's down with
3:45Mount zion
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef preacher's son ichi bang Listen mrs tin can I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like american without the band stand Cool fellow dancehall stay mellow All that guntalk 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 Doo doo 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 ：chorus Ooooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting 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 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 testthis 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 Ha ha ha ha you shouldn't diss refugees and Ha ha ha ha you whole sound set's bootie and ：chorus Oooh la la la it's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh la la la it's the remix sound that the refugees bring Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah sweeeeet thing I sit 90 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 2x 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
Translation
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