| Artist | Fugees |
| Song | Fu-Gee-La |
| Director | Guy Guillet |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
Presented like a compact Caribbean crime movie, "Fu-Gee-La" opens with the Fugees appearing as the stars of an action story. A motorcycle-riding thief steals a briefcase from a man at a diner, setting off a pursuit involving the group. Wyclef Jean, Lauryn Hill, and Pras Michel alternate between performance scenes and narrative passages, with stark locations, outdoor gatherings, and cement-column backdrops giving the video a rough, cinematic atmosphere. The performers seem to move through a world where music, danger, and escape are inseparable.
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[CLEF:] We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent 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 Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned. Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn. Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm. Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade ... |