Fugees - Fu-Gee-La (Official HD Video)

(Where's my shit?) Fugees

We used to be number ten, now we permanent on 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, Jon 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 Be-coming enemies of their own families 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-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 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

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-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 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-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 thang 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 (hey Junior) We just can't be out here, you know Just high and smoked up (Junior!) (what's up?) (come here) And whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized (what you want?) Whatever we gon' do, we gon' do it right yo, we need captains in this- (wassup girl, what you want?)