Fu-Gee-La
The Fugees
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We used to be number ten Now we 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 you're mafiosos, then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue kissing a razor blade That sounds sick maybe one day I'll write the horror Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura Stevie Wonder sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta run A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion (yeah) Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing Ooh la la la It's the natural law that the refugees bring Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah Sweet thing (yeah) She love me like she never before, ayy Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' fugees Hey hey hey Try to take the crew and we don't play play Say say say Like Paul McCartney, not hardly Oddly enough I can see right through your bluff Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust 'Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley high" Cried when Cochise died I'm twisted, black listed by some other negroes Don't remove my Polos on the first episode Ha ha you shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha ha ha ha, you whole sound set's bootie, and Ha ha ha ha, you have to respect Jersey, 'cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the fu-gee-la Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing Ooh la la la It's the natural law that the refugees bring Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah Sweet thing Yeah, Yeah (yeah, yeah) She love me like she never before, ayy I sit ninety degrees underneath palm trees Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn teepee Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like Farakkhan reads his daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon Lyrics fast like Ramadan What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta run A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta run A boy on the side of babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing Ooh la la la It's the natural Law that the Refugees bring Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah, sweet thing She love me like she never before, ayy Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing Ooh la la la It's the natural law that the refugees bring Ooh la la la la la la lalala la lah, sweet thing Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) She love me like she never before, ayy