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