Fu-Gee-La

(Where's my shit? Where's my shit?)

Refugees

We used to be number ten, now we permanent at one

In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm

Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm

Tell the woman be easy, nah squeeze the Charmin

Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned

Beat you so bad, make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, Jean

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 day I'll write a horror

Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura

Stevie Wonder sees crack babies

Becoming enemies of their own families

Armageddon come, you know-a we soon done

Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump

A boy on the side of Babylon

Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the natural la that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing (yeah)

(She love me like she never before, ayy)

Yeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'til high noon

Bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom poom'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 booty, 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 thing

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the natural la that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing (yeah, yeah)

(She love me like she never before, ayy) (burst it)

I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees

Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories

Brooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn tee-pees

Who that be, enemy, 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

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

Tryin' to front like you're 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

Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the natural la that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing

(She love me like she never before, ayy)

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing

Ooh, la-la-la

It's the natural la that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing

(She love me like she never before, ayy)

Yo kid, we gotta get our family together, man

You know, we gotta get organized

We just can't be out here, you know, just high and smoked up

And whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized

Whatever we gon' do, we gotta do it right