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Wha' What Wha' What
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah. Yo, yo, yo, I'll do a double dish cleaner. The funny ass cats remind me of a skinner. Now you listen up, now what, heat on spitter.
For The Love Of This
(Pras). Uh, yeah. Yo, yo, yo it's so amazin how I be blazin. from the four seasons to you at the days in. Where you lay at on the cages?. I comin with a cannon, two guns blazin, purple hazin.
Vocab (lp Version)
Yo, this is the Fugees. Refugees. About to take you on a journey. Into the dimensions of the Booka basement. The basement, word. . Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es.
Vocab (salaam's Remix)
Yo, this is the Fugees. Refugees. About to take you on a journey. Into the dimensions of the Booka basement. The basement, word. . Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es.
Vocab
Yo, this is the Fugees. Refugees. About to take you on a journey. Into the dimensions of the Booka basement. The basement, word. . Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es.
Vocab (hip-hop Remix)
Yo, this is the Fugees. Refugees. About to take you on a journey. Into the dimensions of the Booka basement. The basement, word. . Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es.
Temple
Delivered straight from the temple. Hip hop ya don't stop. One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock!. Well as an infant I was born into religion,.
Refugees On The Mic
ReFugees On The Mic Lyrics. Fugees. . (Intro: Wyclef Jean). Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there. To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant.
Some Seek Stardom
Check the crippled man, sitting in the church. My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt. She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs. . And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie.
Recharge
"And when you feeling down, recharge!". . [Wyclef]. Now and, forever's, them emperors, are nova. The loving, the hugging, will never be over. . [Pras].
Living Like There Ain't No Tomorrow
[Wyclef Jean]. Yo check it out.. This is the boy Wyclef from Translators, I'm coming from the. Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands.. So put the Rotts tonics in the air,.
Introduction
The year. Two-thousand and seventeen master!. The man. Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied. The mission. To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world.
Giggles
(Pras). Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs. It's me, why you want to pimp with today?. Two made from the boy, yeah. Now, helpless, he's tryin' cause he full of giggles.
Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)]. Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!). Yo, It never stops, what?!. We comin' back! (Murder that boy!). Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!).
Boof Baf
[Wyclef Jean]. I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees. But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees. Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company.
Sellout
So you fucking sold me out. And everything it meant. Well I'll move on. And remember everything. . Today is the day. We start again. All that was lost.
Sunblock
Am I the only one who's never had fun. In the twelve years we've gone steady?. Put down the parasol, that isn't you at all. When the whole thing crumbles I won't be there.
Motorway
Never lit a fire in your eyes. That's what he said to me. It should really come as no surprise. I bruise that easily. . Can't stand living. So we wait for another day.
Bullet In Your Hand
I'll sleep by the phone. If you call me up I'll drive you home. I don't just disappear. I need to be where you are. . I see it now when you're working a crowd.
Boston
Took him away when I was four. Indian wrestling partner. Played cops behind the moving trucks. Ran around, around. . And as they drove away. Went back inside to play.
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