- [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. Yo, hey nappy head? - [Lauryn] Yo, what's up? - [Wyclef] What you got there? - [Lauryn] Hah, I got some
of that lyrical (censored) - [Wyclef] Word? ♪ Well I'm a Libra, 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 song 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" ♪ ♪ 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, 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 looking 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, 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 ♪ ♪ I don't puff (censored)
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 ooh ♪ ♪ Hill is gettin' badder, yo
where's the corporate ladder ♪ ♪ Mr. 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 reign ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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 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 ♪ ♪ Yo, some nappy heads need
to check they necks for red ♪ ♪ I feel injection ♪ ♪ Put the (censored) to your
skin, feel reality's (censored) ♪ ♪ You maintain to put a negro
in pain you used to diss me ♪ ♪ Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane ♪ ♪ 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 wonderful world ♪ ♪ But what the hell was so wonderful ♪ ♪ 'Bout pickin' 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 Hootaville,
land of the ill kill ♪ ♪ Vailsburgh Viking so you
know I'm top ranking Phil ♪ ♪ Some say who comin' like
the Yuma but save the rumor ♪ ♪ 'Cause I've been
rockin' ever since '82 ♪ ♪ When I used to rock my Pumas ♪ ♪ Yes-yes y'all, well I'm a Libra, y'all ♪ ♪ A-yes-yes-a-yes, well
I'm a Libra, y'all ♪ ♪ Yes-yes y'all, well I'm a Libra, y'all ♪ ♪ C'mon ♪ ♪ 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 de 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 de 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 dancin', romancin',
freakin' 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 dancin', romancin',
freakin' at night ♪ ♪ Say, Mona Lisa, could I
get a date on Friday night ♪
