Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)

Yo, Monalisa, could I get a date on Friday?

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

Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around their way

Yo, yo, nappy head

Yo, whats up?

What you got there?

Huh, I got some of that lyrical

Word?

Well, I'm a Libra, 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 paper say ock

I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera

Balang, balang, balang to the man, the 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 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 the mic in my hands

To a land where only God knows me

And the angels write raps on holy paper

I said, I'm looking 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, Monalisa, could I get a date on a Friday?

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

Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around their way

I don't puff 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 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 sheep skins 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

Whatcha gonna do? Kids are actin', oohhh

Hill is gettin' f****ed up, yo where's the corporate at?

A Mister Three-Piece-Suit

Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots

Nah, that's the serpents and know them garments 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, Monalisa, could I get a date on Friday?

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

Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around their 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 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 their necks for red

I feel injection, put the needle to your skin feel reality's ****

You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me

Oh, you wanna hang out with Eddie Kane?

Ain't nothing 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 counts 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 rankin' Phil

Some say who comin' like the Yuma but save the rumor

'Cause I've been rockin' ever since '82 when I used to rock my Puma

Yes, yes, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all

Yes, yes, yes, well, I'm a Libra, y'all

Yes, yes, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all

Oh, come on, well I'm a Libra, y'all

Yo, Monalisa, could I get a date on Friday?

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

Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around their way

Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home

Yo, Monalisa, could I get a date on Friday?

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

Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around their 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

I wear my sunglasses at night

To spy on my girlfriend, that's right

They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night