Sip Sangria with senoritas
Ooh, it's the way that we rock
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies
All that gun talk who would have thought you died yellow
Just because your buff, don't play tuff
Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari
Ooh, it's the natural light that the Refugees bring
And my memoir be reminding me of eating
We real to keep the word when a boy want fa test this set
We used to be number ten but now we're permanent one
West coast back to east, grab my toast when I reach
You shouldn't diss refugees
I stay high off the fu-gee-la
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
Crew got G's like the refu's, so F, who?
Ooh, it's the natural light that the Refugees bring
Songwriters: Salaam Gibbs, Lauryn Hill, Nel Jean, Teena Marie, Allen Mcgrier, Samuel Michael
Flea to sea, ship my keys on the Santa Maria
Then you get wet-up just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban, I'm your candy handy man
Bust when we rush through you must, know ruckus
My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack
When we're doing our thing
Damn, another hero wannabe
A boy on the side of Babylon
Cool fellow, dance hall stay mellow
Ever want to test, bring me stress
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
I sit ninety degrees underneath palm trees
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude
Ooh, sweet thing
When we're doing our thing
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Ooh, sweet thing
Saying they want to spar me 'cause how thick my repertoire
Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion
And you whole sound set's bootie, and
Armageddon come you know we soon done
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, comes out your anal
Ayo, what's goin' on?
'Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust
Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
Play you out like Atari, sacrifice you Hari Kari and I'm sorry
Truly curvin', swervin', lifestyle is urban sippin' Bourbon, surviving
Ooh, it's the way that we rock
They keep telling me this and telling me that
Fake bullets can't scar me, I can smell the weak out like safari
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., MIDNIGHT MAGNET MUSIC PUBLISHING, SALAAM REMI MUSIC