Songtexte:
Fugees

: (feat. The Fugees) [Wyclef] Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill [B-Real] Yo, bringin it on [Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians

Yo, yo, what? I heard he sang a good song, yeah Yo, I heard he had a style And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile What? And there he was, this

Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen

ask me for my license registration Where the fuck do I work? What the fuck is my occupation? Well, I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees Mother Mary caught

Have you ever worn the mask, yeah One, two, one, two M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day Feds be hawkin

drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright, Fugees come

One, two, I'm 'bout to set this off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why?

(Lauryn Hill) Yeah, we got Fugees up in here, haha! (Wyclef) Refugee camp y'all (Lauryn Hill) Funkmaster Flex up in here! (Wyclef) One two,