Fu-gee-la refugee Camp Remix Sly And Robbie Remix Lyrics by Fugees

Fu-gee-la refugee Camp Remix Sly And Robbie Remix Lyrics

    [clef]
    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
    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,
    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.

    [lauryn]:chorus
    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

    [forte]
    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

    [lauryn]
    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, 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.
    Ha ha ha ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, and
    Ha ha ha ha, you whole sound set's bootie , and

    [lauryn]:chorus
    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

    [praz]
    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

    [clef] 2x
    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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