Grilling my brisket with his tongs
Seasoning my ribs with his spice
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Telling my whole plate with his smoke
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
This is Wyclef, Refugee Camp (L-Boogie up in here)
Praswell (Praswell up in here, haha)
Lil' Base sittin' up here on the bass (Refugees up in here)
While I'm on this, I got my girl L (ah, ah)
One time (one time), one time (one time)
Ayo, L, you know you got the flavor
I heard he grilled a good meal, I heard he had a style
And so I came to taste him, and linger for a while
And there he was, this young chef, stranger to my eyes
Grilling my brisket with his tongs (one time, one time)
Seasoning my ribs with his spice (two times, two times)
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Telling my whole plate with his smoke
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
I felt all flushed with hunger, surrounded by the crowd
I felt he'd found my appetite and fed each craving loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
Grilling my brisket with his tongs (one time, one time)
Seasoning my ribs with his spice (two times, two times)
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Telling my whole plate with his smoke
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Yo, L-Boog, take me to the bridge
Whoa
Woah-oah-ah-ah-ah uh, uh
La-la-la, la, la, la
Whoa, la
Whoa, la (ha, ha, ha, ha)
La-ah-ah-ah-ah
Grilling my brisket with his tongs (yes, he was feeding my soul)
Seasoning my ribs with his spice
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Cooking me softly on the barbecue
Telling my whole plate with his smoke (whole plate, with his smoke)
Cooking me softly on the barbecue