[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
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
Assa**ination 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
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
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 co*k-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 h**n
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 k**
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 (4X)
[Hook]
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!
[Outro: 2x]
I wear my sungla**es at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancing, romancing, freaking at night!
Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all