Where Fugees At?

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Chorus] All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that, where Fugee at? I need Fugee spit up on this track Lauryn, if you're listening, Pras, if you're listening 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 ain't all about the money [Verse 1] When I whistle-lah, two dogs by my side Plus a black pistola, loud MCs, feel the silencer Y'all still rhyming', y'all cookoo, I send psychos to Bellevue This ain't a sequel, son, but I have you "Scream 2"(AHHH!) Real live cinema, the streets produced a junkie Put back on your shirt, man, you looking like ET You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone You're rhyming off beat even with help from my metronomes See? Y'all ain't MCs, you a CM Common Motherfucker rhyming about Lexus and Benz The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin You woke up in hell getting sexed by Marilyn Manson You lie? You deny? Pass me the microphone I guess, like Eddie Murphy, you was giving 'em a ride home Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source While your rap crew's on steroids looking like Full Force Your girl she's buff, puffed, in daytime don't play rough The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs Grand Marnier, CD player number two Sade's in my bedroom singing "Sweetest Taboo" [Chorus] All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that, where Fugee at? I need Fugee spit up on this track Lauryn, if you're listening, Pras, if you're listening 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 ain't all about the money [Verse 2] We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat? Y'all must be smoking crack with Pookie from New Jack How could y'all forget? I'm the reason y'all MCs But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy You know who you are, eight bar superstar Karabi cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards You wanna impress some young chick you just met First thing she say, "Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef?!" Look surprised to see your flesh outside your vest? Yeah, you could fight, in the WWF 'Cause in this arena ain't nothing but gladiators and haters Hoping 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 reading like the anti-Christ You weak, kid, stop lying to the public You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits Some MCs in the underground Mad at me 'cause I'm above ground, counting English pounds I tell y'all what, success don't come overnight I was in Noah's Ark for forty days and forty nights Contemplating, "What should I write? What should I recite? Cuz ain't nobody here but thugs and chicks with ice" That's when I daydream into the twilight Girls with they man, screaming "I hate life" Baby girl, look in the opposite direction 'Cause my class is the "Misedu..." [Chorus] All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that, where Fugee at? I need Fugee spit up on this track Lauryn, if you're listening, Pras, if you're listening 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 ain't all about the money