Nappy Heads (Live)

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way Yo, hey, nappy head Yo, whats 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 want to battle swing I bring commanding 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 Ba lang balang balang to de man de 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 a 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, is 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 taking Saturday ay ay, ay ay ay Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de 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 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 sheepskins and hot tracks Peace to Mr Magic, things are getting tragic Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh Hill is gettin' fed up, yo, where's the coporate at A mister 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 bang Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday Round up de posse, Fugee comin' 'round de 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's 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 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 want to hang with old Eddie Kane The Five Heartbeats Ain't nuttin' 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 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'm a 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 Motorville land of the ill kill Bellsburg Viking, so you know I'm top ranking, Phil Some say who coming, like, like the yuma, but save the rumor 'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty two When I used to rock my Pumas A cheeba cheeba y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all Repeat x4 Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home Saturday Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de 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 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 Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes, y'all Mona Lisa Nappy heads in the zone and we not goin' home A cheeba cheeba y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all And to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody