The Fugees - Nappy Heads

Yo Mona Lisa could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday
Round up de posse Fugee comin' around the way
Yo hey nappy head
Yo whats up
What you got there
I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
You want to battle swing
I bring commanding men like I was king
In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say ock
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Ba lang balang balang to de man de rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies and more girls commits it
I was ordered to code red but now
I'm chillin' with a few good men
Assassination on the kid from the capitol
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a general hospital
Condition critical spirit over who's the physical
So if I die catch me at the funeral
I'll fly away oh glory
With a mic in my hand to a land where only
God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said I'm lookin for Jesus he said take the escalator
One flight up is guaranteed you'll be there
My sister'd be there my mother'd be there
So Mona Lisa could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday ay ay ay ay ay
Round up de posse Fugee comin' around de way
I don't puff blunts so I always got my breath
Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest
They call me cock weasel but I still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls 'cause I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West true indeed
I rock it to the East the East is the seed
To see that them days back yo sheepskins and hot tracks
Peace to Mr Magic things are getting tragic
Now we on some new stuff I never feared the Ku Kluk
My own clan is actin' up I blame it on the Phillie blunt
Whatcha gonna do kids are acting oooohhhh
Hill is gettin' fed up yo where's the coporate at
A mister three piece suit
Check the square roots Girbauds and Timberland boots
Nah that's the serpents and know them garment tips
I got a head full of problems
and a hand full of nappy roots
I feel a Jones' comin' down yo I
I got the slang to make the chitty bang bang
A rid dang de dang the nappy head bang
No I got the slang to make the chitty bang bang
A rid dang de dang the nappy heads bang
Yo Mona Lisa could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday
Round up de posse Fugee comin' 'round de way
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
If it's snake doesn't rattle
'Cause my style's as old as a reptile
As slick as a new Nile as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of Abraham
This land's your land this land's my land
The blacker the black man the better the next man
Yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red
I feel injection
Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
Oh you want to hang with old Eddie Kane
The Five Heartbeats
Ain't nuttin' wrong snap your head to the song
Word is bond you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful
'bout cotton in the farm
Mr Slave Man
The harder they come the harder
they fall so come one come all
Don't stall or I'm a stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
Out of Motorville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
Some say who coming like like the yuma
but save the rumor
'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty two
When I used to rock my Pumas
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
Yo Mona Lisa could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday
Round up de posse Fugee comin' around de way
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Saturday
Round up de posse Fugee comin' around de way
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancin' romancin' freakin' at night
Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancin' romancin' freakin' at night
Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all
Mona Lisa
Nappy heads in the zone and we not goin' home
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all well I'm a Libra y'all
And to the beat y'all and to the beat
y'all come on everybody