paroles de chanson Nappy Heads (Remix) - Fugees

Yo 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 the posse, fugee comin' around the way

Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)
Whatchu got there? (hah, 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, 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 the man, the rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin
I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men
Assassination on the kid from the capital
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 the 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 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, ooh
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-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up the 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 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)
Ah, 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? (The five heartbeats)
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 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 Motorville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor
'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas

Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all
A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all
Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all
A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all

Yo 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 the 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 taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up the 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 dancing, romancing, freaking 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 dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...

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 the posse, fugee comin' around the way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home

Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all
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
And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody
And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody
Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all