Nappy Heads (Remix)

Yo 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 the posse, fugee comin' around the way Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?) Whatchu got there? (hah, 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 wanna 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 the man, the rock 'cause I love thee If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun 'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men Assassination on the kid from the capital 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 the posse, fugee comin' around the 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 not 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, ooh 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-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay 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) Ah, 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 wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats) Ain't nothin' 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'ma 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 the yuma but save the rumor 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all 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-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home 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 the posse, fugee comin' around the way Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay 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 dancing, romancing, freaking 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 dancing, romancing, freaking at oh... 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 the posse, fugee comin' around the way Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all 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 And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all