Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Lauryn Hill, Nel Jean, Allen Mcgrier, Samuel Michael, Salaam Gibbs, Teena Marie
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The FugeesFu-Gee-La Lyrics:
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 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.
[LAURYN] :CHORUS 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
[LAURYN] 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 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.
[LAURYN] :CHORUS 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
[PRAZ] 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.
[CLEF] (2X) 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.
[LAURYN] :CHORUS 2X
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
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