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Fugees – Fu-Gee-La – 1995

    Paroles

    We used to be number ten
    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 becoming 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 ZionOoh la la la
    It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang
    Ooh la la la
    It’s the natural LA that the refugees bring
    Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah
    Sweet thingYeah 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
    Oddly 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 some other negroes
    Don ha ha, ‘t remove my Polos on the first episode
    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-laOoh la la la
    It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang
    Ooh la la la
    It’s the natural LA that the refugees bring
    Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah
    Sweet thingI sit ninety 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 RamadanWhat’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
    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 ZionOoh la la la
    It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang
    Ooh la la la
    It’s the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
    Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah, Sweet thing
    Ooh la la la
    It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang
    Ooh la la la
    It’s the natural LA that the refugees bring
    Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah, sweet thing