The Fugees - Fu-gee-la lyrics

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 d**h 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 d**h 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 Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Ooh la la la It's the natural la that the refugees bring Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah Sweet thing 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 n***as 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 Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Ooh la la la It's the natural la that the refugees bring Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah Sweet thing 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 d**h 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 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 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 Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Ooh la la la It's the natural la that the refugees bring Ooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweet thing Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Ooh la la la It's the natural la that the refugees bring Ooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, sweet thing