Chords for The Fugees - Ooh La La La

I'm going _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ to be number 10.
We used to be [G] number 10.
Now we permanent as one.
In the battle, lost my finger.
Fight became my arm.
Pistol nozzle, it's nasal.
Blood becomes me warm cellar.
Who my baby easy love?
Who is this all on?
That's why I clap, see death, flesh, give scope.
So bad, make me feel like you ain't want me to be born, John.
And tell your friends, say that.
And like them, I'm the one chicken.
The ones became dead, just the Michigan from my phone.
Hear, hear.
I'm not the dead pigeon.
If you are my [C] fiancé, then I'm bringing all hail to you.
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_ _ _ _ [Cm] I'm going to be number _ 10.
We used to be number 10.
We used to be number 10.
I'm [C] _
going to be number 10.
_ _ [Ab] I'm going to be number 10.
I'm going to be number 10.
I'm going to be number 10.
I'm going to be number 10. _
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_ _ _ _ I'm going to _ _ _ _ _ be number 10.
I'm going to be number 10.
I'm going to be number 10.
I'm going to be number 10.
Firmly, I'm hardly on.
Big and tough, I can see right through your muscles.
Hust, niggas' hussing, they puff.
But they [C] can't handle a fuss, fuss, bust.
We go to five, we could never [G] hide.
Ya think who they humble.
I'll ride with Pro Chief Size.
I'm twisted, stagnant, simplicity most and some other Negroes.
So [Eb] remove my polos on the first [Cm] episode, episode.
[Db] Shouldn't just replicate that, [Cm] that.
And whole-sell.
Sebuby ass, ass.
Have to respect your feet, [Ab] cause we sup thots.
When I'm super high on those [Cm] Fujis La, la, la, la, la. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] I sit 90 degrees [Db] underneath palm trees, smoke MPDs as I burn my [C] calories.
Propane loose tops become propane TPs.
Who dat be?
Enemy wanna see the death of me.
From Hawaii to Hawthorn I run [G] marathons like, Won't go out on no one who's champion like,
Barrick armies is barely Quranic, But I'm a con, lyric, I fight like my [Ab] gun's
What's going on?
I'm getting communal with we Sudan.
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run.
A boy on the side of Babylon trying to run like he down with Mosiah.
[Cm] What's going on?
[G] I'm getting communal with we Sudan.
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run.
A boy on the side of Babylon trying to run [C] like he down with Mosiah.
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_ What's going on?
A boy on the side of Babylon trying to run like he down with Mosiah.
I'm getting communal with we Sudan.
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run.
What's going on?
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Yo kid we gotta get our family together.
[Ebm] You know we gotta get organized.
We just can't be out here you know getting high and smoked up and whatever we gotta get
our stuff organized.
Whatever we gonna do we gotta