Fu

Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie Mix) - Fugees/Ms. Lauryn Hill (萝伦·希尔)/Wyclef Jean (韦克莱夫·让)/Pras

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

Ooooh la la la

It＇s the way that we rock when we＇re doing our ting

Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah sweeeeet 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 testthis 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

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 whole sound set＇s bootie and

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

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

Ayo what＇s goin＇ on

Armageddon come you know we soon done

Gun by my side just in case i gotta rump