Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Global Mix)
Fugees"Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Global Mix)" เป็นเพลงของ Fugees, 2011, Pop ความยาว 3:41, 72 lines / 520 words
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0:10We used to be number 10
0:15But now we're permanent one
0:21Wyclef preacher's son ichi bang
0:23Listen mrs tin can
0:25I'm your candy handy man
0:26Me without you is like american without the band stand
0:29Cool fellow dancehall stay mellow
0:30All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
0:32D**n another hero wannabe
0:35Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
0:37Dude I find it rude when you intrude
0:39My pistol nozzle hits your nasal
0:42Doo doo comes out your anal
0:47Just because your buff don't play tuff
0:49Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust
0:56Ooooh la la la
0:59It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
1:03Oooh la la la it's the natural la that the refugees bring
1:08Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah sweeeeet thing
1:14I stay high off the fu gee la
1:15Bust when we rush
1:18Through you must know ruckus
1:20Crew got g's like the refu's
1:21So f who
1:21Ever want to test
1:23Bring me stress
1:24West coast back to east
1:25Grab my toast when I reach
1:26Truly curvin' swervin lifestyle is urban
1:28Sippin' bourbon surviving
1:30We real to keep the word when
1:32A boy want fa testthis set
1:33Then you get wet up
1:37Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
1:42Fake bullets can't scar me
1:44I can smell the weak out like safari
1:46Play you out like atari
1:47Sacrifice you hari kari
1:49And I'm sorry
1:49To every single rapper d**k and harry
1:51Saying they want to spar me
1:53Cause how thick my repertoire
1:55And my memoir be
1:55Reminding me of eating calamari in the khalahari with a band of
1:58Rhastafari
1:58Ha ha ha ha you shouldn't diss refugees and
2:00Ha ha ha ha you whole sound set's bootie and
2:02Oooh la la la it's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
2:08Oooh la la la it's the remix sound that the refugees bring
2:13Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah sweeeeet thing
2:23I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees
2:27Sitting in the cool breeze in the west indies
2:30Flea to sea ship my keys
2:32On the santa maria sip sangria with senoritas
2:35They keep telling me this and telling me that
2:38They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
2:40But what they lack is the facts about my stats
2:44My rap impact will kill you softly like roberta flack
2:47Armageddon come you know we soon done
2:49Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
2:52A boy on the side of babylon
2:54Trying to front like he's down with
2:55Mount zion
2:56Ayo what's goin' on
2:58Armageddon come you know we soon done
3:00Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
3:03A boy on the side of babylon
3:13Trying to front like he's down with
3:22Mount zion
3:28Oooh la la la it's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
3:35Oooh la la la it's the remix sound that the refugees bring
3:41Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah sweeeeet thing
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 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 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 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 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 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
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