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fugees - fu-gee-la (refugee camp remix) lyrics

[verse 1: wyclef jean]
we used to be number 10
now we’re permanent one
wyclef, preacher’s son, ichiban
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
d-mn, 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 -n-l
just because your buff, don’t play tuff
cause i’ll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust

[hook: wyclef jean]
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 light that the refugees bring
oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweeeeet thing

[verse 2: john 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

[verse 3: lauryn hill]
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, d-ck 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 rastafari
ha ha ha ha, you shouldn’t diss refugees, and
ha ha ha ha, you whole sound set’s bootie , and

[hook]

[verse 4: pras]
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 k!ll you softly like roberta flack

[verse 5: wyclef jean] 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

- fugees lyrics

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