The Fugees Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix Lyrics

[Wyclef Jean]
We used to be number 10, now we 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, now 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
d___! 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 day I'll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, (stick 'em up) jacks an Acura
Stevie Wonder sees crack babies
becoming enemies of they own families
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.

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill]
Oooh la la la,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing
Oooh la la la,
It's the natural law that the Refugees bring
Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah,
Sweeeeet thing..

[Lauryn Hill]
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, b__pin' 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
n____s 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 dis refugees, and
Ha ha ha ha, you whole sound set's bootie, and
Ha ha ha ha, you have to respect Jersey
cause we superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.

[Chorus]

[Pras, Wyclef]
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees
Smokin' bidis as I burn my calories
Brooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn teepees
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

What's goin' on?
Armageddon come you know when 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 (repeat).

[Chorus til fade]