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Yelé (feat. Lauryn Hill)
Wyclef Jean
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We used to be number ten, now we're permanent at 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, Jean And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn Chicken George become Dead George Stealin' chickens from my farm Damn, another dead pigeon If you're 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-kissin' a razor blade That sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write a horror Blackula comes to the ghetto (Stick 'em up), jacks an Acura Stevie Wonder sees crack babies Becomin' enemies of their own families Armageddon come, you know-a we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion Ooh, la-la-la It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thing 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) Yeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'til high noon Bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like pum pums See hoochies pop coochies for Guccis and loochies 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, blacklisted 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 booty, 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 doin' 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) I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees Smokin' Beedi as I burn my calories Brooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn teepees 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 Farrakhan reads his daily Qur'an It's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan What's goin' on? Armageddon come you know-a we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion What's goin' on? Armageddon come you know-a we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion Ooh, la-la-la It's the way that we rock when we're doin' 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 doin' 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) [Outro]
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