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Fugees
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Fu-Gee-La
作词:Salaam Gibbs, Lauryn Hill, Nel Jean, Teena Marie, Allen Mcgrier, Samuel Michael
We used to be number ten but now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban, I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dance hall stay mellow
All that gun talk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, 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, 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
Ooh, it's the way that we rock When we're doing our thing Ooh, it's the natural light that the Refugees bring Ooh, sweet 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 test this 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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Play you out like Atari, sacrifice you Hari Kari and I'm sorry To every single rapper, Dick 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 You shouldn't diss refugees And you whole sound set's bootie, and
Ooh, it's the way that we rock When we're doing our thing Ooh, it's the natural light that the Refugees bring Ooh, sweet thing
I sit ninety 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
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
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