Fugees Fu Ge La Lyrics

Fu Ge La Lyrics

[CLEF]
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