Blunted On Reality Lyrics Fugees (Intro) (*inhales, then coughs*) Ay, nigga pass me the blunt (Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit) (*inhales and
the roots tonics in the air, yeah 'Cause I'm a start this one off like this 'Cause niggaz are living like there ain't no tomorrow I nuked this on the
Prijevod: Fugees. Otupjela na realnost (otupjela međučin).
Prijevod: Fugees. Otupjela na stvarnost.
s easier than battlin' me Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a doggy Some say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!! I got tired of that new style - BREAKDOWN
easier than battlin' me Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a doggy Some say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!! I got tired of that new style - BREAKDOWN
wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on
after death could be eternal fire So some get blunted but you're back all on this when it's all over Mama said that blunt was a stunt to the brain
Mr Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M. Station. You're Haitian. You'll never get nowhere. But I sweared on
: (Wyclef responding to an overlord voice) THE YEAR Two-thousand and seventeen master! THE MAN Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized THE
I roll with the squad that's so hard and makes you wanna catch an erection - relax man!! I don't allow you to put-out actin' on if the one's direction
of a guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (Wyclef Jean) Well I'm on
Rotts tonics in the air, yeah cause I'm-a start this one off like THIS. Cause niggaz are living like there ain't no tomorrow. I nuked this on the S900
to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah H-to-the
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
be illin Runnin a mask ??, like the task force The cause is laws, the laws that broke your jaw now I'm, gettin raw on a thing like a mean machine (Why
away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous Always check
alone, don't try to follow me Cause a life of the hood make it a little triggery So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised Cause on my half I
