Fu-Gee-La

[Verse 1: Wyclef] 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 jawn And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn Chicken George became Dead George stealing chickens from my farm Damn, Another dead pigeon; If you're mafiosos then I'm bringing on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shooting, 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 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 run A boy on the side of Babylon trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion [Hook: Lauryn Hill] 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 [Verse 2: Lauryn Hill] Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon Bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom poom's See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eating sushi, bumping 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 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Pras] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees Smoking beedi 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 [Wyclef] What's going 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 [Hook x2]