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5'nizza - Fu Gee La La

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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 luke warm 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 pigeonIf
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 horrorBlackula comes to the ghetto,
jacks an ACURAStevie Wonder sees Crack Babies
Be-Coming EnemiesOf 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 BabylonTrying 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
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

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 LucciFind me in my Mitsubishi,
eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play
playSay say sayLike Paul McCartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enoughI can see right through your bluff Niggas
huff and they puff but they can't handle us,

WE BUSTCause 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 whenI'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.

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

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, likeBuju Banton,
I'm a true champion, like,Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran
it's a phenomenon,Lyrics fast like Ramadan.
What's goin' onArmageddon 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 withMount Zion...

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