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guys! Remember the summer of '92?. Battle after battle! Crew after crew!. So, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style!. I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the h-a-i!. It takes awhile for them
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say, keep it commercial. I used to freestyle, but everything now is rehearsal. I miss the old school, so tell me what will I do?. I guess I'll start a revolution with the tranzlator crew, so
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Giggles Lyrics. Fugees. . (Pras). Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs. It's me, why you wanna pimp with today?. Two made from the boy, yeah. Now, helpless, he's tryin
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Giggles Lyrics. Fugees. . (Pras). Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs. It's me, why you wanna pimp with today?. Two made from the boy, yeah. Now, helpless, he's tryin
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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
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recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!. And leave the forty to be naughty in the fridgerator!!!. . (Chorus Wyclef Jean). (Boof baf!!), another sound of a guy. (Boof baf
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recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!. And leave the forty to be naughty in the fridgerator!!!. . (Chorus Wyclef Jean). (Boof baf!!), another sound of a guy. (Boof baf
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How Hard Is It? Lyrics. Fugees. . (Mad Spider). Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come. Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun. On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday
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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,. My mother called me Baptist. But what sh
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(wyclef responding to an overlord voice). . The year. Two-thousand and seventeen master!. The man. Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized. The mission. To carry out the word of the
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (The nappy heads are comin out). Barber can I get a fade? (The nappy heads are comin out). Teacher teacher check my grades (The nappy heads are comin out). I *** the mic
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lauryn hill. . Ahhhhhh!. Check the crippled man, sittin 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 t
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (The nappy heads are comin out). Barber can I get a fade? (The nappy heads are comin out). Teacher teacher check my grades (The nappy heads are comin out). I *** the mic
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (The nappy heads are comin out). Barber can I get a fade? (The nappy heads are comin out). Teacher teacher check my grades (The nappy heads are comin out). I *** the mic
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (The nappy heads are comin out). Barber can I get a fade? (The nappy heads are comin out). Teacher teacher check my grades (The nappy heads are comin out). I *** the mic
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wyclef jean. Yo check it out. this is the boy wyclef from tranzlators, I'm coming from the. Booga basement with a roots drink in my hands. so put the rotts tonics in the. Air, yeah cause i'm-a st
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Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey. Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word. Hey yo, one two three, the crew is called ReFugees. And if you come
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. "what the *" is my name. "what the *" is my occupation. Well I'm an mc, I'm down with the fugees. Mother mary caught a flashback like rodney now the cops got lolly. lauryn. The subconscious
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. "what the *" is my name. "what the *" is my occupation. Well I'm an mc, I'm down with the fugees. Mother mary caught a flashback like rodney now the cops got lolly. lauryn. The subconscious
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. "what the *" is my name. "what the *" is my occupation. Well I'm an mc, I'm down with the fugees. Mother mary caught a flashback like rodney now the cops got lolly. lauryn. The subconscious
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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 enough. I can see right through your
