Fu-ge-la Lyrics - Singles - The Fugees

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 Becoming 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 

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, 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 

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, 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 

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, 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 death of me 

From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like 

Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like 

Farakkhan reads his Daily Koran 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 

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, Sweet Thing 

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, Sweet Thing