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(Wyclef) Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?<br>And if you´re busy, I wouldn´t mind taking<br>Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Round up de posse, Fugee comin around the way<br>(Wyclef) Yo, hey nappy head<br>(Lauryn) Yo whashup?<br>(Wyclef) Whatchu got there?<br>(Lauryn) Hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba<br>(Wyclef) Worrrrrd?<br>A cheeba cheeba y´all, well I´m a Libra y´all<br>A cheeba cheeba y´all, well I´m a Libra y´all<br>Verse One: Wyclef<br>You wanna battle swing I bring commanding men like I was king<br>In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King<br>Cling to false also those papers say ock<br>I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera<br>Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause I love thee<br>If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun<br>Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it<br>I was ordered to Code Red, but now I´m chillin with A Few Good Men<br>Assassination on the kid from the capitol<br>I never play the soap opera but now I´m a General Hospital<br>Condition critical, spirit over who´s the physical<br>So if I die, catch me at the funeral<br>I´ll fly away, ohh glory<br>With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me<br>And the angels write raps on holy paper<br>I said I´m lookin for Jesus, he said take the escalator<br>One flight up, is guaranteed you´ll be there<br>My sister´d be there, my mother´d be there<br>So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?<br>And if you´re busy, I wouldn´t mind taking<br>Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Round up de posse, Fugee comin around de way<br>Verse Two: Lauryn Hill<br>I don´t puff blunts so I always got my breath<br>Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest<br>They call me cock-weasel but I, still cave a chest<br>I don´t wear Jheri curls cause I´m nah from the West<br>No disrespect to the West, true indeed<br>I rock it to the East, the East is the seed<br>To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks<br>Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic<br>Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk<br>My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt<br>Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh<br>Hill is gettin fed up, yo where´s the coporate at<br>A Mister Three Piece Suit<br>Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots<br>Nahhhh that´s the serpents, and know them garment tips<br>I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots<br>I feel a Jones´ comin down, yo I...<br>(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang<br>a-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)<br>No I, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bang<br>a-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang<br>(Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday<br>And if you´re busy, I wouldn´t mind taking<br>Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Round up de posse, Fugee comin round de way<br>Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Nappy heads in the zone and we´re not goin home!)<br>Verse Three: Prazwell, Wyclef<br>Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle´s not a battle<br>if it´sssssssssss snake doesn´t rattle<br>Cause my style´s as old as a reptile<br>As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new child<br>So come follow me to the land of Abraham<br>This land´s your land, this land´s my land<br>The blacker the black man, the better the next man<br>(Yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)<br>Ihhhh, feel injection<br>Put the needle to your skin feel reality´s heroin<br>You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me<br>Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The Five Heartbeats)<br>Ain´t nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song<br>Word is bond, you get wrong, I´ll have you sing like Louis Armstrong<br>And I say to myself, what a wonderful world<br>But what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farm<br>Mr. Slaaaaaave Maaaaan!<br>The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all<br>Don´t stall or I´ma stick you like a voodoo doll<br>Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops<br>You slept on a kid from the boondocks<br>Out of Motorville land of the ill kill<br>Bellsburg Viking so you know I´m top ranking Phil<br>Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor<br>Cause I´ve been rockin ever since eighty-two<br>when I used to rock my Pumas...<br>A cheeba cheeba y´all, well I´m a Libra y´all (4X)<br>Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday<br>And if you´re busy, I wouldn´t mind taking<br>Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Round up de posse Fugee comin around de way<br>Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Nappy heads in the zone and we´re not goin home!<br>(repeat 2X)<br>I wear my sunglasses at night<br>To spy on my girlfriend that´s right<br>They dancin romancin freakin at night!<br>yes yes yes a yes yes y´all<br>(repeat 2X)<br>Mona Lisa...<br>...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!<br>A cheeba cheeba y´all, well I´m a Libra y´all (4x)<br>and to the beat y´all, and to the beat y´all, come on everybody (to fade)
New song lyrics
(Wyclef) Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?<br>And if you´re busy, I wouldn´t mind taking<br>Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Round up de posse, Fugee comin around the way<br>(Wyclef) Yo, hey nappy head<br>(Lauryn) Yo whashup?<br>(Wyclef) Whatchu got there?<br>(Lauryn) Hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba<br>(Wyclef) Worrrrrd?<br>A cheeba cheeba y´all, well I´m a Libra y´all<br>A cheeba cheeba y´all, well I´m a Libra y´all<br>Verse One: Wyclef<br>You wanna battle swing I bring commanding men like I was king<br>In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King<br>Cling to false also those papers say ock<br>I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera<br>Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause I love thee<br>If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun<br>Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it<br>I was ordered to Code Red, but now I´m chillin with A Few Good Men<br>Assassination on the kid from the capitol<br>I never play the soap opera but now I´m a General Hospital<br>Condition critical, spirit over who´s the physical<br>So if I die, catch me at the funeral<br>I´ll fly away, ohh glory<br>With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me<br>And the angels write raps on holy paper<br>I said I´m lookin for Jesus, he said take the escalator<br>One flight up, is guaranteed you´ll be there<br>My sister´d be there, my mother´d be there<br>So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?<br>And if you´re busy, I wouldn´t mind taking<br>Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Round up de posse, Fugee comin around de way<br>Verse Two: Lauryn Hill<br>I don´t puff blunts so I always got my breath<br>Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest<br>They call me cock-weasel but I, still cave a chest<br>I don´t wear Jheri curls cause I´m nah from the West<br>No disrespect to the West, true indeed<br>I rock it to the East, the East is the seed<br>To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks<br>Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic<br>Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk<br>My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt<br>Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh<br>Hill is gettin fed up, yo where´s the coporate at<br>A Mister Three Piece Suit<br>Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots<br>Nahhhh that´s the serpents, and know them garment tips<br>I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots<br>I feel a Jones´ comin down, yo I...<br>(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang<br>a-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)<br>No I, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bang<br>a-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang<br>(Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday<br>And if you´re busy, I wouldn´t mind taking<br>Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Round up de posse, Fugee comin round de way<br>Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Nappy heads in the zone and we´re not goin home!)<br>Verse Three: Prazwell, Wyclef<br>Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle´s not a battle<br>if it´sssssssssss snake doesn´t rattle<br>Cause my style´s as old as a reptile<br>As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new child<br>So come follow me to the land of Abraham<br>This land´s your land, this land´s my land<br>The blacker the black man, the better the next man<br>(Yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)<br>Ihhhh, feel injection<br>Put the needle to your skin feel reality´s heroin<br>You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me<br>Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The Five Heartbeats)<br>Ain´t nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song<br>Word is bond, you get wrong, I´ll have you sing like Louis Armstrong<br>And I say to myself, what a wonderful world<br>But what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farm<br>Mr. Slaaaaaave Maaaaan!<br>The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all<br>Don´t stall or I´ma stick you like a voodoo doll<br>Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops<br>You slept on a kid from the boondocks<br>Out of Motorville land of the ill kill<br>Bellsburg Viking so you know I´m top ranking Phil<br>Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor<br>Cause I´ve been rockin ever since eighty-two<br>when I used to rock my Pumas...<br>A cheeba cheeba y´all, well I´m a Libra y´all (4X)<br>Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday<br>And if you´re busy, I wouldn´t mind taking<br>Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Round up de posse Fugee comin around de way<br>Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay<br>Nappy heads in the zone and we´re not goin home!<br>(repeat 2X)<br>I wear my sunglasses at night<br>To spy on my girlfriend that´s right<br>They dancin romancin freakin at night!<br>yes yes yes a yes yes y´all<br>(repeat 2X)<br>Mona Lisa...<br>...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!<br>A cheeba cheeba y´all, well I´m a Libra y´all (4x)<br>and to the beat y´all, and to the beat y´all, come on everybody (to fade)
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