Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie Mix)

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 shooting
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

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

Oh La La La
It's the way that we rock
When we're doing our thang
Oh La La La
It's the natural LA that
The Refugees Bring
Oh La La La La La La
Lalala La 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
Oh La La La
It's the way that we rock
When we're doing our thang
Oh La La La
It's the natural LA that
The Refugees Bring
Oh La La La La La La
La la la La

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
Oh La La La
It's the way that we rock
When we're doing our thang

Oh La La La
It's the natural LA that
The Refugees Bring
Oh La La La La La
La Lalala La Laaah
Sweet Thing

Oh La La La
It's the way that we rock
When we're doing our thang
Oh La La La
It's the natural LA that
The Refugees Bring
Oh La La La La La
La Lalala La Laaah
Sweet Thing