Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Fugees - Fu gee la sly and robbie mix ------------------------------------------ CLEF: We used to be number 10 But now weīre permanent one Wyclef, Preacherīs Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can Iīm 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, donīt play tuff Cause Iīll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. CHORUS: (Lauryn): oooh La La La, Itīs the way that we rock when weīre doing our ting Oooh La La La, Itīs the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing FORTE: I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got Gīs like the refuīs So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvinī, swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippinī 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: Fake bullets canīt scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And Iīm 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 shouldnīt diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound setīs bootie , and (LAURYN) CHORUS: Oooh La La La, Itīs the way that we rock when weīre doing our ting Oooh La La La, Itīs the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh 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 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 (CLEF) REPEAT 2X: Ayo, Whatīs goinī 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 heīs down with Mount Zion.