by Fugees on album The Score (Alben für die Ewigkeit)
We used to be number 10, now we permanent on one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin T
by Fugees on album The Complete Score
We used to be number 10, now we permanent on one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin T
by Sly & Robbie on album Silent Assassin
Living a Lie Lyrics f/ Young MC I wake up, 3 in the morning, I'm tired But for some reason I got inspired To write a rhyme, I suggest myself To express myself, maybe impress myself Now it struck me
by Fugees on album Blunted On Reality/The Score
We used to be number 10, now we permanent on one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin T
by Fugees on album Alben für die Ewigkeit: The Score
We used to be number 10, now we permanent on one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin T
by Fugees on album Blunted On Reality / The Score
We used to be number 10, now we permanent on one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin T
by Fugees on album Original Album Classics
We used to be number 10, now we permanent on one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin T
by Fugees on album Original Album Classics
We used to be number 10, now we permanent on one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin T
by Fugees on album Fugees: Greatest Hits
We used to be number 10, now we permanent on one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin T