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    The Fugees

    Fu-Gee-La

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    Додана 3 лютого 2013 користувачем Миша

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    [CLEF]
    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 ACURA
    Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
    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.
    [LAURYN]:CHORUS
    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
    [LAURYN]
    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 McCartney, not hardly,
    ODD-ly enough
    I can see right through your bluff
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