Chords for The Fugees - Fu-Gee-La BASS BOOSTED

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_ _ _ _ _ We [Cm] used to be number 10, now we permanent one, in the battle lost my finger,
fight became my arm, pissed for no reason, it's painful, blood [Eb] becomes me, mom tell her,
oh my baby, easy now, please be so right, test why I flex, see death, flesh gets cold,
you so [Cm] mad, make me feel like you ain't willing to be born, George,
and saw your friends say that, and like them, I don't want chickens,
George became dead, George stealing chickens from my farm,
and let the dead feed you, you're my fiancé, then I'm bringing all his forces in,
nobody's cooking, my [B] body's made of hand grenade, girl glad to drop while she was packing Cinderazor blade,
and if I'm sick maybe [Cm] one day I'll write the horror,
Dracula comes to the ghetto, Jack's inocular, Stevie Wonder, C-Squad, baby,
these becoming enemies, they don't feel the need,
and we're getting communal when we zoomed up,
gun by my side, just in case I got the bump,
a boy on the side of God, but one's on the front like you're down with Mount Zion,
ooh la la, is the way that we ride, what we do when I need,
ooh la la, is the natural ride, as the refugees pray,
ooh la la, _ _ _ so be free,
yeah _ _ _ _ in saloons we drink goons and battle goons,
the high move us rap goons on black fools,
take those shorts like Ku Klux,
see Gucci's, buy Gucci's, but Gucci's and Gucci find me in my Mitsubishi,
eatin' sushi, but Gucci's, hey hey,
gotta take the crew when we don't play play,
say say say, like Paul McCartney, I'm hardly caught,
look it up, I can see right through your muscles,
niggas huffing and puffing but they can't hear the hustle,
bust, but we mortified,
but I can never hide,
we really hot,
ride with Roach, he's died, I'm twisted,
that can sit by some other niggas,
so we move my [B] polos on the first episode,
[Ab] _
shouldn't just rep the season,
the whole south said boo-bee-ay,
and [Cm] have a respect jerky,
cause you people fly,
bring them super high on the Gucci fly,
ooh la la la,
this is the way that we rock,
when we do what I say,
ooh la la la,
_ the refugees pray,
so _ _ _ _ be free,
I _ _ _ sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
[C]
smoking PDs as I burn my [Cm] calories,
Brooklyn loose tops become Brooklyn cheapies,
who dat be,
enemies wanna see the death of me,
from Hawaii to Hawthorn I run marathons,
like Ojiwa Tharn,
I'm a true champion,
like Farrakhan,
we just barely in Kerala,
like Kenama,
Palmyra,
cause I rock my guns,
what's going on,
we getting communal when we're so done,
gun by my side just in case I gotta run,
a boy on the side of heaven,
warns from the front like it's hell when Mosiah,
what's going on,
we getting communal when we're so done,
gun by my side just in case I gotta run,
a boy on the side of heaven,
warns from the front like it's hell when Mosiah,
ooh [N] la la la,
_ we doing our thing,
ooh la la la,
_ _ refugees pray,
_ _ _ _ so be [Ab] free,
_ ooh _ _ _ [Eb] la la la,
it's [Cm] the way that we rock,
in our name,
ooh [Eb] la la la,
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_ _ so be free. _ _
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