Testi:
Fugees

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

Mama, Just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, Life has just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all

Mista mista Can I get five dollars So I can get something to eat HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA You can't get no money from me Cause everytime I give you a dollar

or controlling and robbery, cold lack of camaraderie Clones, copycats bother me, mine, own, blind cats, follow me Honesty, honesty, honestly, all these jokes are common-league Puppets with no autonomy, yup it's Fugees

(Wyclef Jean) I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees Cause he sees everyone with

(Wyclef Jean) I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees Cause he sees everyone with

toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's. See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' 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,

[Wyclef - Spoken] I wanna dedicate this song, Gone 'Til November... To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room And all you fellas,