《Where Fugees At?》是Wyclef Jean演唱的歌曲，由Wyclef Jean、Salaam Remi作詞作曲，收錄於《The Ecleftic -2 Sides II A Book》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Where Fugees At?
- 所屬專輯：The Ecleftic -2 Sides II A Book
- 歌曲原唱：Wyclef Jean
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
What up
Turn up my headphones man
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo yo yo
All I hear is fugee this fugee that
Where fugee at I need fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin' pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the booga basement
Y'all know my style I'm still mini money mini mini
It aint all about the money
When I was hustla two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud mcs feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin y'all cuckoo I send cycles to belvue
This aint a sequel son but I have you scream 2
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like et
You're cracked out for dough some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
See y'all aint mcs you a cm
Common motherf**ker rhymin about lexus and benz
The same benz you got jacked in drunk off of gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by marilyn manson
You lie you deny pass me the microphone
I guess like eddie murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right 25 mics material in the source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like full force
Your girl she's buffed puffed in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grandma yell cd player number two
Shadae's in my bedroom singin sweetest taboo
All I hear is fugee this fugee that
Where fugee at I need fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin' pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the booga basement
Y'all know my style I'm still mini money mini mini
It aint all about the money
We used to rap now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat
Y'all must be smokin crack with pookie from new jack
How could y'all forget I'm the reason y'all mc
But y'all flip like pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are eight bar superstar
Karate cars buy up the bars with the credit cards
You wanna impress I'm young chick you just met
First thing she say I used to run with wyclef
Look surprised see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you could fight in the wwf
Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh lord protect me from the devil
They open the book of life y'all readin like the anti christ
Your weak kid stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some mcs in the underground mad at me cuz I'm above ground
Counting English pounds
I tell ya what success don't come overnight
I was in noah's ark for forty days and forty nights
Contemplatin what should I write what should I recite
Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
That's when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit they man screamin I hate life
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Cuz my class is the misedu
All I hear is fugee this fugee that
