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The Fugees - Fu-Gee-La - Lyrics

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

Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade

That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror

Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura

Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Becoming Enemies of their own families

What's going on?

Armageddon come you know we soon done

Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump

A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang

Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring

Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing

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 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

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang

Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring

Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing

I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees

Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories

Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees

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 Koran 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 rump

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 rump

A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang

Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring

Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang

Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring

Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing