Artist | Fugees |
Song | Fu-Gee-La |
Director | Guy Guillet |
Intro | No |
Outro | No |
Sound Mix | Stereo |
Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
[CLEF:] 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 lukewarm 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 pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade ... |