The Score

[CLEF]<br>We used to be number 10<br>But now we`re permanent one<br>Wyclef, Preacher`s Son, Ichi bang,<br>Listen Mrs. Tin Can<br>I`m your candy handy man<br>Me without you is like American without the Band Stand<br>Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,<br>All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow<br>Damn, another hero wannabe<br>Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary<br>Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,<br>My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,<br>Doo doo comes out your anal<br>Just because your buff, don`t play tuff<br>Cause I`ll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.<br><br>[LAURYN]:CHORUS<br>Ooooh La La La, <br>It`s the way that we rock when we`re doing our ting<br>Oooh La La La, It`s the natural LA that the Refugees Bring<br>Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing<br><br>[FORTE]<br>I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La<br>Bust when we rush,<br>Through you must, know ruckus<br>Crew got G`s like the refu`s<br>So F who<br>Ever want to test<br>Bring me stress,<br>West coast back to east,<br>Grab my toast when I reach<br>Truly curvin`, swervin, lifestyle is urban,<br>Sippin` Bourbon, surviving<br>We real to keep the word when<br>A boy want fa testthis set<br>Then you get wet-up<br>Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet<br><br>[LAURYN]<br>Fake bullets can`t scar me<br>I can smell the weak out like safari<br>Play you out like Atari<br>Sacrifice you Hari Kari<br>And I`m sorry,<br>To every single rapper, Dick and Harry<br>Saying they want to spar me<br>Cause how thick my repertoire<br>And my memoir be<br>Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of<br>Rhastafari.<br>Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn`t diss refugees, and<br>Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set`s bootie , and<br><br>[LAURYN]:CHORUS<br>Oooh La La La, It`s the way that we rock when we`re doing our ting<br>Oooh La La La, It`s the remix sound that the Refugees Bring<br>Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing<br><br>[PRAZ]<br>I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,<br>Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies<br>Flea to sea, Ship my keys<br>On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas<br>(They keep telling me this and telling me that)<br>They smile in my face then they talk behind my back<br>But what they lack is the facts about my stats<br>My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack<br><br>[CLEF] 2X<br>Ayo, What`s goin` on<br>Armageddon come you know we soon done<br>Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump<br>A boy on the side of Babylon, <br>Trying to front like he`s down with<br>Mount Zion.