And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing
Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Don't remove my Polos on the first episode
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
The Fu-Gee-La
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Damn, Another dead pigeon
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect Jersey, 'cause I'm superfly when I'm super high on
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Say say say
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
What's going on?
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
Farakkhan reads his Daily Koran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
What's goin' on
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Becoming Enemies of their own families
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
What's goin' on
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's
Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'till high noon
That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees
Hey Hey Hey
I can see right through your bluff
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing
Oddly enough
Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
