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