キー: Db major
Verse 1
could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy,
I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
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Fugee comin' around the way
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical
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Word?
Verse 2
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Verse 3
I bring commandin' 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
Balang- balang- balang to mandem rock 'cause
I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi
die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies
if all girls commit sins
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
And the angels write raps
on holy paper
it's guaranteed you'll be there"
So
Verse 4
And if you're busy,
Round up di posse,
Verse 5
I always got my breath
I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls' 'cause
sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic,
I never feared the Ku Klux
My own clan is actin' up,
Hill is gettin' badder,
Check the square roots,
Girbauds and Timberland boots
Nah, that's the serpents,
a hand full of nappy roots
Verse 6
I feel a Jones comin' down, yo, I
bang- bang
A- rid- dang- de- dang,
the nappy head bang
Verse 7
the chitty- bang- bang
Verse 8
the nappy heads reign!
could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy,
Round up di posse,
Nappy heads in the zone and
we're not goin' home
Verse 9
but a battle's not a battle
So come follow me to the land of Abraham
The blacker the black man,
Verse 10
the better the next man
Verse 11
the needle to your skin
feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro
in pain you used to diss me
with old Eddie Kane?"
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 pickin' cotton in the farm
so come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick
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 rankin' Phil
Some say newcomer like the yuma
but save the rumor
'Cause I've been rockin' ever
since '82
When I used to rock my Pumas
Verse 12
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Cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody)
Verse 13
Saturday- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Round up di posse,
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Fugee comin' around the way
Ay- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Nappy heads in the zone and
we're not goin' home
Verse 14
I wouldn't mind takin'
Fugee comin' around the way
Nappy heads in the zone and
Verse 15
They dancin', romancin',
freakin' at night
Verse 16
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night,
(Cheeba cheeba y'all) Say, Mona Lisa,
Verse 17
(Cheeba cheeba y'all)
And if you're busy,
ay- ay- ay (cheeba cheeba y'all)
Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around
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the way (cheeba cheeba y'all)
Ay- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay (cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all)
Nappy heads in the zone
(cheeba cheeba y'all)
And we're not goin' home (well I'm a Libra
y'all)
Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Verse 18
cheeba cheeba y'all,
Cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all,
Verse 19
the beat y'all,
a to the beat y'all
Verse 20
well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody)
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