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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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Out of motorville land of the ill kill |
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Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking phil |
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Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor |
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Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two |
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When I used to rock my pumas... |
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A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all (4x) |
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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 around 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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(repeat 2x) |
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I wear my sunglasses at night |
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To spy on my girlfriend that's right |
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They dancin romancin freakin at night! |
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Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all |
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(repeat 2x) |
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Mona lisa... |
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...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home! |
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A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all (4x) |
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And to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody (to fade) |