We used to be number ten but now we're permanent one
Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, listen Mrs Tin Can
I'm your candy handy man, me without you
Is like American without the band-stand
Cool fellow, dance hall, stay mellow, all that gun talk
Who would have thought
You died yellow, damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, doo doo
Comes out your anal just because your buff, don't play tough
'Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust
Ooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Ooh La La La, It's the natural LA, that the Refugees bring
Ooh La La La La La La, La lala La Laah, sweet thing
I stay high off the Fu-gee-la bust when we rush
Through you must, no ruckus
Crew got G's like the refu's
So 'F', who ever want to test, bring me stress
West coast back to east, grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin', swervin', lifestyle is urban, sippin' Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when a boy want fa test this set
Then you get wet-up, just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him, fair bet
Fake bullets can't scar me, I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like Atari sacrifice you Hari Kari
And I'm sorry to every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me 'cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be reminding me of eating Calamari in the Kalahari
With a band of Rhastafari
Ha ha, ha ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha ha, ha ha, you whole sound set's bootie, and
Ooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Ooh La La La, It's the natural LA, that the Refugees bring
Ooh La La La La La La, La lala La Laah, sweet thing
I sit ninety degrees underneath palm trees
Sitting in the cool breeze
In the West Indies, flea to sea, ship my keys
On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas
They keep telling me this and telling me that
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack
Ayo, 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
Ayo, 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
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