Fu-Gee-La

Fu-Gee-La

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作詞:BROCKERT MARY CHRISTINE/MARIE TEENA/GIBBS SALAAM REMI

作曲:BROCKERT MARY CHRISTINE/MARIE TEENA/GIBBS SALAAM REMI

Wyclef:
We used to be number 10, now we
permanent on 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,
Jon
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 day
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
Lauryn Hill:
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
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

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