Fugees – Nappy Heads (Remix) Lyrics[Hook: Wyclef Jean]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) What you 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.
Lyrics to 'Nappy Heads' by The Fugees: 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.
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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 sin. I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with A Few Good Men.
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Lyrics to 'Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes' by The Fugees. Yes, Refugee Camp, no, it never stops, what, we're comin' back / 1970 to 2000, check it, Jericho Sound, 'No. Lyrics and meaning of “Nappy Heads (Remix)” by Fugees on Genius. 2nd single from ‘Blunted on Reality’ The beat samples: ‘Santa’s Birthday’ by The Caroleer Singers and Orchestra Also interpolates ‘I’ll Fly.
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, ohh glory. With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me. And the angels write raps on holy paper.
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I said I'm lookin for Jesus, he said "Take the escalator. One flight up, is guaranteed He'll be there"My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there.
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So..[Hook][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 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 Klux. My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt.
What you gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh. Hill is gettin' badder, yo where's the corporate ladder? Mr. 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..[Wyclef: ](I got the slang to make the chitty- bang- bang. A- rid- dang- de- dang, the nappy head bang)[Lauryn: ]No I, got the slang to make the chitty- bang- bang. A- rid- dang- de- dang, the nappy heads reign![Hook]Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home![Verse Three: Pras]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 Nu 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[Lauryn: ](Yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)[Wyclef: ]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?"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'mma 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 Hootaville, land of the ill kill. Vailsburgh 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.. Yes, yes y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (4. X)[Hook]Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home![Outro: 2x]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.