Lauryn Hill - Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] We used to be number 10 But 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: 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, 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 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** 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