Fugees — Fu-Gee-La Sly & Robbie Mix

[Intro: Sly & Robbie] From out the Refugee Camp we present to you, the group we call Fu-Gee With Wyclef and Lauryn, Prazwell with the international Sly & Robbie on the hardcore reggae beat Now my selector! Come now [Verse 1: 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 anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff 'Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & (Wyclef Jean)] Ooh, la-la-la It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thing Ooh, la-la-la It's the natural la that the Refugees bring Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Sweet thing (She love me like she never before, ayy) [Verse 2: John Forte] Dig it! I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush through You must knew 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 test this 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 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 booty, and [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & (Wyclef Jean)] Ooh, la-la-la It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thing Ooh, la-la-la It's the remix sound that the Refugees bring Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Sweet thing (She love me like she never before, ayy) [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 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 kill you softly like Roberta Flack [Verse 5: Wyclef Jean] 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 Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion Yo, 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 Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion (Zion) [Verse 6: Akon] Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin Today is death season, a hundred MCs are get murderin' (Stop it) Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin Today is death season, a hundred MCs are get murderin', ha-ha-ha [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & (Wyclef Jean)] Ooh, la-la-la It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thang Ooh, la-la-la It's the remix sound that the Refugees bring Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Sweet thing (She love me like she never before, ayy) Ooh, la-la-la It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thang Ooh, la-la-la It's the remix sound that the Refugees bring Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Sweet thing (She love me like she never before, ayy) [Verse 7: Akon] Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin Today is death season, for Akon is MC murderin' (Stop it) Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin Today is death season, a hundred MCs are get murderin' [Outro] Refugee camp (Stop it, oh no) Refugee camp (Stop it, oh no) Refugee camp (Stop it, oh no) Refugee camp (Stop it, oh no)