Fugees - Nappy Heads Lyrics

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 di posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, 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 commandin' 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
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
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 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'm lookin for Jesus"
He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up, it's 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 takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di 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 gettin' tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Klux
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
What you gonna do? Kids are actin' ooh
Hill is gettin' badder, 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 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 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 di 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 a snake doesn't rattle
'Cause my style's as old as a reptile
As slick as the Nu 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 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 pickin' 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 Hootaville, land of the ill kill
Vailsburgh Viking, so you know I'm top rankin' Phil
Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor
'Cause I've been rockin' ever since '82
When I used to rock my Pumas

Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody)

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 di 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 takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di 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 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, at night, at night

(Cheeba cheeba y'all)
Say, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
(Cheeba cheeba y'all)
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay (cheeba cheeba y'all)
Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way (cheeba cheeba y'all)
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay (cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all)
Nappy heads in the zone (cheeba cheeba y'all)
And we're not goin' home (well I'm a Libra y'all)

Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all

A to the beat y'all, a to the beat y'all
A come on, everybody
A to the beat y'all, a to the beat y'all
A come on, everybody

A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody)
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody)