FU GEE LA

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 Be-Coming 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

Sweeeeet 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

ODD-ly enough

I can see right through your bluff

****** 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

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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 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 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

Sweeeeet 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

Sweeeeet Thing