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We used to be number 10 |
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Now we're permanent one, |
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In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm |
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Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm |
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Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin |
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Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned. |
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Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born |
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And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn. |
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Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm. |
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Damn, Another dead pigeon |
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If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians |
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Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade |
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Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade. |
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That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror |
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Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA |
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Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families. |
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What's going on? |
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Armageddon come you know we soon done |
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Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump |
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A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with |
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Mount Zion. |
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[LAURYN]:CHORUS |
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Oooh La La La, |
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It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang |
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Oooh La La La, |
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It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring |
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Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, |
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Sweeeeet Thing |
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[LAURYN] |
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Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon, |
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Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's. |
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See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci |
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Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees. |
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Hey Hey Hey |
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Try to take the crew and we don't play play |
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Say say say |
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Like Paul McCartney, not hardly, |
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ODD-ly enough |
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I can see right through your bluff |
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Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST |
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Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", |
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Cried when Cochise died. |
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I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes, |
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Don't remove my Polos on the first episode. |
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Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and |
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Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and |
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Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when |
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I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La. |
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[LAURYN]:CHORUS |
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Oooh La La La, |
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It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang |
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Oooh La La La, |
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It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring |
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Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, |
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Sweeeeet Thing |
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[PRAZ] |
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I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, |
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Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories, |
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Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees, |
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Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me. |
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>From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like |
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Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like, |
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Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon, |
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lyrics fast like Ramadan. |
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[CLEF] (2X) |
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What's goin' on |
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Armageddon come you know we soon done |
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Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump |
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A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with |
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Mount Zion. |
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[LAURYN]:CHORUS 2X |
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Oooh La La La, |
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It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang |
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Oooh La La La, |
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It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring |
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Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing |
