Akon - Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Sly & Robbie] Refugee Camp represent to you, the group is called Fu-Gee with Wyclef and Lauryn, Prazwell with the international hardcore reggae beat; Done my selector! [Wyclef Jean] (Can I feel the vibe?) (Can I feel the vibe?) We used to be number ten; 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 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 an*l Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust [Hook: Lauryn Hill] 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 She love me like no other before... Hey Hey [John Forté] Dig it! 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 whoever 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 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, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me cause how thick my repertoire be And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Kalahari with a band of Rastafari so Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie and [Hook] [Pras] I sit 90° underneath palm trees Sittin' in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, ship my keys on the Santa María, sip Sangria with señoritas (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** you softly like Roberta Flack [Wyclef Jean] x2 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 [Akon] Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin Today is d**h season, for akon it's MCs murderin' Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin Today is d**h season,a hundred MCs are go murderin' (murderin') [Hook] [Wyclef Jean] She love me as no other before