Fugees - Fu-Gee-La lyrics

We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent at one
In the battle lost my finger
Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hit's 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
(Stick 'em up) , jacks an Acura
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 la 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, ayy)

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 Mit'subishi, 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
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 thang ooh, la la la
It's the natural LA 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, ayy)

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 thang ooh, la la la
It's the natural LA 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, ayy)
Ooh, la la la it's the way that we rock
When we're doin' our thang ooh, la la la
It's the natural LA 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, ayy)

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?)