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      Nappy Heads (Remix)

      Nappy Heads (Remix)

      Fugees

      Album: Blunted On Reality

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      Fugees - Nappy Heads (Remix) Música y Letra

      (Wyclef) 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 de posse, Fugee comin around the way
      
      (Wyclef) Yo, hey nappy head
      (Lauryn) Yo whashup?
      (Wyclef) Whatchu got there?
      (Lauryn) Hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
      (Wyclef) Worrrrrd?
      
      A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
      A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
      
      Verse One: Wyclef
      
      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-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, ohh 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
      
      Verse Two: Lauryn Hill
      
      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
      Nahhhh 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 hte 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 de posse, Fugee comin round de way
      Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
      Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!)
      
      Verse Three: Prazwell, Wyclef
      
      Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
      if it'sssssssssss 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)
      
      Ihhhh, 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 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. Slaaaaaave Maaaaan!
      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 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 (4X)
      
      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 de posse Fugee comin around de way
      Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
      Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!
      (repeat 2X)
      
      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
      (repeat 2X)
      
      Mona Lisa...
      ...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!
      
      A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (4x)
      and to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody (to fade)

      Fugees - Nappy Heads (Remix) Música y Letra

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