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[Verse 1 - K. Jayz] Way too many niggas talking about they rap now But if I were to really look at they background They would have nothing to provide to hip hop Except for making the ignorant music look hot Now don’t get me wrong, I still listen to shit nowadays But I’m still a bigger fan of “back-in-the-day” Back when niggas was real, back when the niggas would kill Back when no nigga would give a fuck if you used to chill Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong generation Cause I look at the old West Coast for inspiration Snoop Doggy Dogg, Tupac, Dr. Dre N.W.A., let’s not forget MC Eiht Now, let me know how many people can comprehend my intelligence Other rappers just play pretend If you tired of the radio, just follow me Cause all those other rappers owe everybody apologies Including me [Wyclef] 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 [Hook - Lauryn Hill] 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 [Verse 3 - Lauryn Hill] Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon Bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom poom's See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci 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 ODD-ly 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, 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 when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La [Hook] [Verse 3 - Pras] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees Smokin' beedi 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, like Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon Lyrics fast like Ramadan [Bridge x2 - Wyclef] 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 Babylon trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion [Hook x2]