Tonalité : Db major•
Verse 1
Db
Yo, Mona Lisa,
could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy,
I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Cb
Db
Round up di posse,
Cb
Db
Fugee comin' around the way
B
Yo, hey nappy head
C#
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical
Cb
Db
cheeba cheeba
Word?
Verse 2
Db
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Cb
Db
A cheeba cheeba y'all,
Cb
well I'm a Libra y'all
Verse 3
Db
You wanna battle? Swing
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
Cb
Db
where only God knows me
And the angels write raps
on holy paper
Cb
I said, "I'm lookin for Jesus"
Db
He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up,
it's guaranteed you'll be there"
B
My sister'd be there,
C#
my mother'd be there
So
Verse 4
Db
Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy,
Cb
I wouldn't mind takin'
Db
Saturday- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Round up di posse,
Cb
Fugee comin' around the way
Verse 5
Db
I don't puff blunts so
I always got my breath
Cb
Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest
Db
They call me cock- weasel but
I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls' 'cause
Cb
I'm not from the West
Db
No disrespect to the West, true indeed
B
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
Db
To see that them days back, yo'
sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic,
B
things are gettin' tragic
C#
Now we on some new stuff,
I never feared the Ku Klux
My own clan is actin' up,
Cb
I blame it on the Phillie blunt
Db
What you gonna do? Kids are actin' ooh
Hill is gettin' badder,
Cb
yo where's the corporate ladder?
Db
Mr. Three Piece Suit
Check the square roots,
Girbauds and Timberland boots
Nah, that's the serpents,
Cb
and know them garment tips
Db
I got a head full of problems and
a hand full of nappy roots
Verse 6
I feel a Jones comin' down, yo, I
Db
I got the slang to make the chitty-
bang- bang
A- rid- dang- de- dang,
the nappy head bang
Verse 7
Db
No, I, got the slang to make
the chitty- bang- bang
B
A- rid- dang- de- dang,
Verse 8
the nappy heads reign!
Db
Yo, Mona Lisa,
could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy,
Cb
I wouldn't mind takin'
Db
Saturday- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Round up di posse,
Cb
Fugee comin' around the way
Db
Ay- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Nappy heads in the zone and
we're not goin' home
Verse 9
Db
Hey, yo, a battle is a battle
but a battle's not a battle
Cb
If a snake doesn't rattle
Db
'Cause my style's as old as a reptile
Cb
As slick as the Nu Nile,
Db
as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of Abraham
G#
This land's your land,
C#
this land's my land
The blacker the black man,
Verse 10
the better the next man
C#
B
(Yo, some nappy heads need
Db
to check they necks for red)
Verse 11
Db
I, feel injection Put
the needle to your skin
feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro
in pain you used to diss me
Cb
"Oh you wanna hang
with old Eddie Kane?"
Db
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 a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful
'bout pickin' cotton in the farm
B
Mr. Slave Man
Db
The harder they come, the harder they fall,
so come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick
Cb
you like a voodoo doll
Db
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 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
Db
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
C#
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
B
And if you're busy,
C#
I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Round up di posse,
Cb
Db
Fugee comin' around the way
Ay- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Nappy heads in the zone and
we're not goin' home
Verse 14
C#
Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
B
And if you're busy,
I wouldn't mind takin'
Db
Saturday- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
B
Round up di posse,
Fugee comin' around the way
Db
Ay- ay- ay, ay- ay- ay
Nappy heads in the zone and
Cb
we're not goin' home
Verse 15
Db
I wear my sunglasses at night
Cb
To spy on my girlfriend
Db
that's right
They dancin', romancin',
freakin' at night
Cb
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes y'all
Verse 16
Db
Db
I wear my sunglasses at night
Cb
To spy on my girlfriend
Db
that's right
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night,
Cb
Db
at night, at night
(Cheeba cheeba y'all) Say, Mona Lisa,
Verse 17
Db
could I get a date on Friday?
(Cheeba cheeba y'all)
And if you're busy,
Cb
I wouldn't mind tak in'
Db
Saturday- ay- ay,
ay- ay- ay (cheeba cheeba y'all)
Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around
Cb
Db
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
Db
Yeah, a
cheeba cheeba y'all,
Cb
Db
well I'm a Libra y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all,
Ab
well I'm a Libra y'all
Db
A to
Verse 19
the beat y'all,
a to the beat y'all
B
A come on, everybody
Db
A to the beat y'all, a to the beat y'all
B
A come on, everybody
Verse 20
Db
A cheeba cheeba y'all,
well I'm a Libra y'all
Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all,
Cb
well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody)
Db
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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AccordsDb Cb B C# G#...
Db
Cb
B
C#
G#
Ab
Capo: 1
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