Nappy Heads (Remix)

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?

And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay

Round up the posse, Fugee comin' around the way

Yo, hey, nappy head

Yo, what's 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 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 thoughts, all those that favor, say ah

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 hope to die by the gun

'Cause all guys tell lies and and more girls commit sin

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 played a soap opera, but now I'm in 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'ma lookin' Jesus, he said, take the escalator

One flight up, it's guaranteed you'll be there

My sister be there, my mother be there, so

Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?

And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay

Round up the posse, Fugees comin' around the way

I don't puff blunts, so I always got my breath

Never had to battle with a bulletproof 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 Klux

My own clan is acting up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt

What you gonna do? Kids are acting, ooh

Hill is gettin' better, yo, where's the corporate ladder? Mr. 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 root

I feel a jones comin' down, yo, I

I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang

A re-dang, d-dang, the nappy-head bang

No, I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang

A re-dang, d-dang, the nappy-heads reign

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?

And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay

Round up the posse, Fugees 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 slick as a rattle

'Cause my style's as old as a reptile's

Slick as that 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 wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?

Ain't nothing wrong, snap your hand to the song

Word is bond, you get wrong, I have you sing like Louis Armstrong

And I say to myself, what a wonderful world

But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout picking 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 Hoodaville, land of the ill kill

Valisburg Vikings, so you know I'm top-ranking Phil

Some say newcomer like the Yuma but save the rumor

'Cause I been rocking ever since '82 when I used to rock my Puma's

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 takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay

Round up the posse, Fugees coming 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 takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay

Round up the posse, Fugees coming 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 girlfriends, that's right

They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, y'all

I wear my sunglasses at night

To spy on my girlfriends, that's right

They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night

Cheeba, cheeba, y'all

Say, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?

And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay

Round up the posse, Fugees 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

Until the beat is gone, until the beat is gone

Come on, everybody

Until the beat is gone, until the beat is gone

Come on, everybody

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