[Intro Sly Robbie] From out the Refugee Camp we present to you, the group we call FuGee 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 were permanent one Wyclef, Preachers Son, Ichiban Listen Mrs. Tin Can Im 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 Doodoo comes out your anal Just because your buff, dont play tuff Cause Ill reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust [Chorus Lauryn Hill Wyclef Jean] Ooh, lalala Its the way that we rock when were doin our thing Ooh, lalala Its the natural la that the Refugees bring Ooh, lalalalalalalalalalala Sweet thing She love me like she never before, ayy [Verse 2 John Forte] Dig it! I stay high off the FuGeeLa Bust when we rush through You must knew Ruckus Crew got Gs like the refus 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 wetup Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him, fair bet [Verse 3 Lauryn Hill] Fake bullets cant scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And Im 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 Hahahaha, you shouldnt diss refugees, and Hahahaha, you whole sound set booty, and [Chorus Lauryn Hill Wyclef Jean] Ooh, lalala Its the way that we rock when were doin our thing Ooh, lalala Its the remix sound that the Refugees bring Ooh, lalalalalalalalalalala 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 seoritas 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, whats 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 youre down with Mount Zion Yo, whats 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 youre 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, hahaha [Chorus Lauryn Hill Wyclef Jean] Ooh, lalala Its the way that we rock when were doin our thang Ooh, lalala Its the remix sound that the Refugees bring Ooh, lalalalalalalalalalala Sweet thing She love me like she never before, ayy Ooh, lalala Its the way that we rock when were doin our thang Ooh, lalala Its the remix sound that the Refugees bring Ooh, lalalalalalalalalalala 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
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