Fugees - Nappy Heads * Lyrics
* the album was reissued with the remix included(wyclef) yo mona lisa, could i get a date on friday?And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind takingSaturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ayRound up de posse, fugee comin around the way(wyclef) yo, hey nappy head(lauryn) yo whashup?(wyclef) whatchu got there?(lauryn) hah, i got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba(wyclef) worrrrrd?A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'allA cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'allVerse one: wyclefYou wanna battle swing i bring commanding men like i was kingIn all your dreams i write the horror flick of stephen kingCling to false also those papers say ockI got tired of the fat lady so i sing to my own operaBa-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause i love theeIf you live by the sword you will be die by the gunCause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits itI was ordered to code red, but now i'm chillin with a few good menAssassination on the kid from the capitolI never play the soap opera but now i'm a general hospitalCondition critical, spirit over who's the physicalSo if i die, catch me at the funeralI'll fly away, ohh gloryWith a mic in my hand to a land where only god knows meAnd the angels write raps on holy paperI said i'm lookin for jesus, he said take the escalatorOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be thereMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be thereSo, mona lisa, could i get a date on friday?And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind takingSaturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ayRound up de posse, fugee comin around de wayVerse two: lauryn hillI don't puff blunts so i always got my breathNever had to battle with a bullet proof vestThey call me *****-weasel but i, still cave a chestI don't wear jheri curls cause i'm nah from the westNo disrespect to the west, true indeedI rock it to the east, the east is the seedTo see that them days back, yo sheepskins and hot tracksPeace to mr. magic, things are getting tragicNow we on some new stuff, i never feared the ku klukMy own clan is actin up, i blame it on the phillie bluntWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhhHill is gettin fed up, yo where's the coporate atA mister three piece suitCheck the square roots, girbauds and timberland bootsNahhhh that's the serpents, and know them garment tipsI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy rootsI feel a jones' comin down, yo i...(i got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bangA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)No i, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bangA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang(yo mona lisa, could i get a date on fridayAnd if you're busy, i wouldn't mind takingSaturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ayRound up de posse, fugee comin round de wayAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ayNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!)Verse three: prazwell, wyclefHey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battleIf it'sssssssssss snake doesn't rattleCause my style's as old as a reptileAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new childSo come follow me to the land of abrahamThis land's your land, this land's my landThe blacker the black man, the better the next man(yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)Ihhhh, feel injectionPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroinYou 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 nuttin wrong, snap your head to the songWord is bond, you get wrong, i'll have you sing like louis armstrongAnd i say to myself, what a wonderful worldBut what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farmMr. slaaaaaave maaaaan!The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come allDon't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo dollDoors locked stop drawer for the count who dropsYou slept on a kid from the boondocksOut of motorville land of the ill killBellsburg viking so you know i'm top ranking philSome say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumorCause i've been rockin ever since eighty-twoWhen i used to rock my pumas...A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all (4x)Yo mona lisa, could i get a date on fridayAnd if you're busy, i wouldn't mind takingSaturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ayRound up de posse fugee comin around de wayAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ayNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!(repeat 2x)I wear my sunglasses at nightTo spy on my girlfriend that's rightThey dancin romancin freakin at night!Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all(repeat 2x)Mona lisa......nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all (4x)And to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody (to fade)
