Текст песни Fugees - FuGeeLa
Fugees - FuGeeLa слова песни
[clef]We used to be number 10But now were permanent oneWyclef, preachers son, ichi bang,Listen mrs. tin canIm your candy handy manMe without you is like american without the band standCool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellowDamn, another hero wannabeNow he sleeps with his friends in the mortuaryDude, I find it rude, when you intrude,My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,Doo doo comes out your analJust because your buff, dont play tuffCause Ill reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.[lauryn]:chorusOoooh la la la,Its the way that we rock when were doing our tingOooh la la la, its the natural la that the refugees bringOooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweeeeet thing[forte]I stay high off the fu-gee-laBust when we rush,Through you must, know ruckusCrew got gs like the refusSo f whoEver want to testBring me stress,West coast back to east,Grab my toast when I reachTruly curvin, swervin, lifestyle is urban,Sippin bourbon, survivingWe real to keep the word whenA boy want fa testthis setThen you get wet-upJust a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet[lauryn]Fake bullets cant scar meI can smell the weak out like safariPlay you out like atariSacrifice you hari kariAnd Im sorry,To every single rapper, dick and harrySaying they want to spar meCause how thick my repertoireAnd my memoir beReminding me of eating calamari in the khalahari with a band ofRhastafari.Ha ha ha ha, you shouldnt diss refugees, andHa ha ha ha, you whole sound sets bootie , and[lauryn]:chorusOooh la la la, its the way that we rock when were doing our tingOooh la la la, its the remix sound that the refugees bringOooh 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 indiesFlea to sea, ship my keysOn 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 backBut what they lack is the facts about my statsMy rap impact will kill you softly like roberta flack[clef] 2xAyo, whats goin onArmageddon come you know we soon doneGun by my side just in case I gotta rumpA boy on the side of babylon,Trying to front like hes down withMount zion.