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[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.

[CHORUS (Lauryn):]

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) REPEAT 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) REPEAT 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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