Fu-Gee-La

We used to be number 10, now we're permanent at one

In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm

Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm

Tell the woman be easy, nah, squeeze the Charmin

Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned

Beat you so bad, make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, Jean

And tell your friends, stay the hell out of my lawn

Chicken George become 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-kissin' a razor blade

That sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write a horror

Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura

Stick 'em up

Stevie Wonder sees crack babies

Becomin' enemies of their own families

Armageddon come, you know-a we soon done

Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump

A boy on the side of Babylon

Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thing

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the natural law that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing

She love me like she never before, aye

Yeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'til high noon

Bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom-poom's

See hoochies pop coochies for Gucci's and loochies

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

**** 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, blacklisted 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 booty, 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 doin' our thing

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the natural law that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing

She love me like she never before, aye

I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees

Smokin' Beedi as I burn my calories

Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees

Who that be? Enemy, wanna see the death of me

From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like

Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like

Farrakhan reads his daily Qur'an

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

Tryin' to front like you're 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

Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thing

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the natural law that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing

She love me like she never before, aye-aye

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thing

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the natural law that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing

She love me like she never before, aye-aye

Yo kid, we gotta get our family together, man

You know, we gotta get organized

We just can't be out here, you know, just high and smoked up

And whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized

Whatever we gon' do, we gon' do it right

Wassup girl, what you want?