[CLEF]
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We used to be number 10
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But now we're permanent one
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Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban,
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Listen, this is tin can up your candy, handy man
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Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
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Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
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All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
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Damn! Another hero wannabe
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Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
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Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
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My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
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Doo doo comes out your anal
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Just because your buff, don't play tuff
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Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.
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[CLEF]:CHORUS
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Ooooh La La La,
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It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
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Oooh La La La, It's the natural light that the Refugees Bring
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Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
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She love me like no other before, ay...
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[FORTE]
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I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
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Bust when we rush,
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Through you must, know ruckus
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Crew got G's like the refu's
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So F who
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Ever want to test
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Bring me stress,
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West coast back to east,
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Grab my toast when I reach
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Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
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Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
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We real to keep the word when
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A boy want fa test this set
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Then you get wet-up
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Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
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[LAURYN]
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Fake bullets can't scar me
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I can smell the weak out like safari
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Play you out like Atari
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Sacrifice you Hari Kari
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And I'm sorry,
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To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
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Saying they want to spar me
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Cause how thick my repertoire
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And my memoir be
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Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of
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Rhastafari.
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Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
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Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
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[CLEF]:CHORUS
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Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
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Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring
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Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
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[PRAZ]
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I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
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Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies
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Flea to sea, Ship my keys
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On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas
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(They keep telling me this and telling me that)
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They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
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But what they lack is the facts about my stats
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My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack
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[CLEF] 2X
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Ayo, What's goin' on
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Armageddon come you know we soon done
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Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
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A boy on the side of Babylon,
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Trying to front like he's down with
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Mount Zion.
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Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix, Sly and Robbie Remix)
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| Fugees |
