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Data di rilascio: 12.02.1996
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: indonesiano
Fu-Gee-La |
We used to be number 10, now we’re permanent one |
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm pistol nozzle hits your nasal, |
Blood becomes luke warm tell the woman |
Be easy naah squeeze the charmin test wyclef, |
See death flesh get scorned beat you so bad make |
You feel like you ain’t wanna be born |
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn chicken |
George became dead george stealin' chickens |
From my farm, damn, another dead pigeonif |
Your mafiosos then i’m bringin' on haitian sicilians |
Nobody’s shootin', my body’s made of hand grenade |
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade |
That sounds sick maybe one day |
I’ll write a horrorblackula comes to the ghetto, |
Jacks an acurastevie wonder sees crack babies |
Be-coming enemiesof their own families, what’s going on? |
Armageddon come you know we soon done |
Gun by my side just in case i gotta rump |
A boy on the side of babylontrying to front like he’s down with mount zion |
Oooh la-la-la. It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang |
Oooh la-la-la. It’s the natural la that the refugees bring |
Oooh la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la la lah, swet thing |
Yeah in saloons we drink boone’s and battle goons till high noon, |
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon’s. |
See hoochies pop coochies, for gucci’s and luccifind me in my Mitsubishi, |
Eatin' sushi, bumpin' fugees. Hey hey hey |
Try to take the crew and we don’t play |
Play say-say-say like paul mccartney, not hardly, |
Odd-ly enoughi can see right through your bluff niggas |
Huff and they puff but they can’t handle us, |
We bust cause we fortified, i could never hide, |
Seen «cooley high», cried when cochise died. |
I’m twisted, black-listed by some other negroes, |
Don’t remove my polos on the first episode. |
Ha-ha-ha-ha, you shouldn’t diss refugees, and |
Ha-ha-ha-ha, you whole sound set’s bootie, and |
Ha-ha-ha-ha, you have to respect jersey, |
Cause i’m super fly when i’m super-high on the fu-gee-la. |
Oooh la-la-la. It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang |
Oooh la-la-la. It’s the natural la that the refugees bring |
Oooh la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la la lah, swet thing |
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, smokin' beadies |
As i burn my calories, brooklyn roof tops become brooklyn tee-pees, |
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me. |
From hawaii to hawthorne, i run marathons, likebuju banton, |
I’m a true champion, like, farakkhan reads his daily qu’ran |
It’s a phenomenon, lyrics fast like ramadan. |
What’s goin' onarmageddon 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 withmount zion… |