- [Wyclef Jean] Yo, Mona Lisa,
could I get a date on Friday?
00:00
I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
00:03
Fugee comin' around the way.
00:08
Yo, hey nappy head?
00:11
- [Lauryn] Yo, what's up?
00:12
- [Wyclef] What you got there?
00:13
- [Lauryn] Hah, I got some
of that lyrical (censored)
00:14
♪ Well I'm a Libra, y'all ♪
00:20
♪ Well I'm a Libra, y'all ♪
00:25
♪ You wanna battle, swing ♪
00:29
♪ I bring commanding men like I was king ♪
00:30
♪ In all your dreams I
write the horror flick ♪
00:32
♪ of Stephen King ♪
00:33
♪ Cling to false also
those papers say ock ♪
00:35
♪ I got tired of the fat lady
so I song to my own opera ♪
00:36
♪
Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause
I love
thee ♪
00:39
♪ If you live by the sword
you will be die by the gun ♪
00:41
♪ 'Cause all guys tell lies
and more girls commits sin ♪
00:44
♪ I was ordered to "Code Red" ♪
00:46
♪ But now I'm chillin'
with "A Few Good Men" ♪
00:48
♪ Assassination on the
kid from the capitol ♪
00:49
♪ I never play the soap opera ♪
00:51
♪ But now I'm in "General Hospital" ♪
00:53
♪ Condition critical, spirit
over who's the physical ♪
00:54
♪ So if I die, catch me at the funeral ♪
00:57
♪ I'll fly away, oh glory ♪
00:59
♪ With a mic in my hand to a
land where only God knows me ♪
01:01
♪ And the angels write
raps on holy paper ♪
01:04
♪ I said I'm looking for Jesus,
he said "Take the escalator ♪
01:06
♪ One flight up, is
guaranteed He'll be there" ♪
01:09
♪ My sister'd be there,
my mother'd be there ♪
01:11
♪ So, Mona Lisa, could
I get a date on Friday ♪
01:14
♪ And if you're busy ♪
01:17
♪ I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay ♪
01:18
♪ Round up de posse ♪
01:21
♪ Fugee comin' around the way ♪
01:22
♪ I don't puff (censored)
so I always got my breath ♪
01:24
♪ Never had to battle
with a bullet proof vest ♪
01:26
♪ They call me cock-weasel
but I still cave a chest ♪
01:29
♪ I don't wear Jheri curls
cause I'm not from the west ♪
01:31
♪ No disrespect to the West, true indeed ♪
01:33
♪ I rock it to the East,
the East is the seed ♪
01:35
♪ To see that them days back,
yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks ♪
01:38
♪ Peace to Mr. Magic,
things are getting tragic ♪
01:41
♪ Now we on some new stuff ♪
01:43
♪ I never feared the Ku Klux ♪
01:44
♪ My own clan is actin' up ♪
01:45
♪ I blame it on the Phillie blunt ♪
01:47
♪ What you gonna do, kids are acting ooh ♪
01:48
♪ Hill is gettin' badder, yo
where's the corporate ladder ♪
01:50
♪ Mr. Three Piece Suit ♪
01:53
♪ Check the square roots,
Girbauds and Timberland boots ♪
01:54
♪ Nah, that's the serpents ♪
01:56
♪ And know them garment tips,
I got a head full of problems ♪
01:57
♪ And a hand full of nappy roots ♪
01:59
♪ I feel a Jones comin' down, yo I ♪
02:01
♪ I got the slang to make
the chitty-bang-bang ♪
02:03
♪ A-rid-dang-de-dang,
the nappy head bang ♪
02:06
♪ No, I got the slang to
make the chitty-bang-bang ♪
02:08
♪ A-rid-dang-de-dang,
the nappy heads reign ♪
02:11
♪ Yo, Mona Lisa, could
I get a date on Friday ♪
02:14
♪ And if you're busy ♪
02:16
♪ I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay ♪
02:17
♪ Round up de posse ♪
02:20
♪ Fugee comin' around the way ♪
02:22
♪ Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay ♪
02:23
♪ Nappy heads in the zone
and we're not goin' home ♪
02:25
♪ Hey, yo, a battle is a battle
but a battle's not a battle ♪
02:28
♪ If it's snake doesn't rattle ♪
02:30
♪ 'Cause my style's as old as a reptile ♪
02:33
♪ As slick as a Nu Nile,
as new as a new child ♪
02:35
♪ So come follow me to
the land of Abraham ♪
02:38
♪ This land's your land,
this land's my land ♪
02:40
♪ The blacker the black man,
the better the next man ♪
02:43
♪ Yo, some nappy heads need
to check they necks for red ♪
02:45
♪ I feel injection ♪
02:48
♪ Put the (censored) to your
skin, feel reality's (censored) ♪
02:50
♪ You maintain to put a negro
in pain you used to diss me ♪
02:53
♪ Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane ♪
02:56
♪ Ain't nothin' wrong, snap
your head to the song ♪
02:58
♪ Word is bond, you get wrong ♪
03:00
♪ I'll have you sing
like Louis Armstrong ♪
03:01
♪ And I say to myself,
what wonderful world ♪
03:03
♪ But what the hell was so wonderful ♪
03:06
♪ 'Bout pickin' cotton in the farm ♪
03:07
♪ The harder they come,
the harder they fall ♪
03:12
♪ So come one, come all ♪
03:14
♪ Don't stall or I'ma stick
you like a voodoo doll ♪
03:15
♪ Doors locked stop drawer
for the count who drops ♪
03:18
♪ You slept on a kid from the boondocks ♪
03:21
♪ Out of Hootaville,
land of the ill kill ♪
03:23
♪ Vailsburgh Viking so you
know I'm top ranking Phil ♪
03:25
♪ Some say who comin' like
the Yuma but save the rumor ♪
03:28
♪ 'Cause I've been
rockin' ever since '82 ♪
03:30
♪ When I used to rock my Pumas ♪
03:32
♪ Yes-yes y'all, well I'm a Libra, y'all ♪
03:33
♪ A-yes-yes-a-yes, well
I'm a Libra, y'all ♪
03:35
♪ Yes-yes y'all, well I'm a Libra, y'all ♪
03:37
♪ Well I'm a Libra, y'all ♪
03:41
♪ Yo, Mona Lisa, could I
get a date on Friday? ♪
03:43
♪ And if you're busy ♪
03:45
♪ I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay ♪
03:46
♪ Round up de posse ♪
03:50
♪ Fugee comin' around the way ♪
03:51
♪ Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay ♪
03:52
♪ Nappy heads in the zone
and we're not goin' home ♪
03:54
♪ Mona Lisa, could I
get a date on Friday ♪
03:58
♪ And if you're busy ♪
04:00
♪ I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay ♪
04:01
♪ Round up de posse ♪
04:04
♪ Fugee comin' around the way ♪
04:05
♪ Ay-ay-Ay, ay-ay-ay ♪
04:07
♪ Nappy heads in the zone
and we're not goin' home ♪
04:09
♪ I wear my sunglasses at night ♪
04:13
♪ To spy on my girlfriend, that's right ♪
04:15
♪ They dancin', romancin',
freakin' at night ♪
04:18
♪ Yes-yes, yes-a-yes, yes y'all ♪
04:20
♪ I wear my sunglasses at night ♪
04:22
♪ To spy on my girlfriend, that's right ♪
04:25
♪ They dancin', romancin',
freakin' at night ♪
04:28
♪ Say, Mona Lisa, could I
get a date on Friday night ♪
04:32