Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't takin' Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Yo, hey, head Yo, Whatchu got Hah, I got some of that
Well, I'm a y'all Well, I'm a y'all
You wanna swing I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your dreams I write the horror of Stephen King Cling to false also those say ock I got tired of the fat so I sing to my own opera
Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock I love thee If you live by the sword you be die by the gun 'Cuz all guys tell and more girls commits it I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' 'A Few Good Men'
Assassination on the kid from the I never play the soap opera but now I'm a Hospital Condition critical, over who's the physical So if I die, me at the funeral
fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my hand To a land only God knows me And the write raps on holy paper I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said take the One flight up, is guaranteed be there My be there, my mother'd be there
So, Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way
I don't puff so I always got my Never had to battle a bullet proof vest call me cock weasel but I, still cave a chest I wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, indeed I rock it to the East, the East is the To see that them back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, things are tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never the Ku Kluk My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the blunt Whatcha gonna do, kids are ooohhh Hill is gettin' fed up, yo the coporate at?
A Mister Three Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland Nah, that's the serpents and them garment tips I got a head of problems and a hand full of nappy roots I a Jones' comin' down, yo I
I got the slang to make the chitty, bang, A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy head No I, got hte slang to the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on And if you're busy, I wouldn't taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, Fugee round de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a not a battle if snake doesn't rattle my style's as old as a reptile As as a new Nile, as new as a new child
So come follow me to the of Abraham This your land, this land's my land The blacker the man, the better the next man Yo, some nappy heads need to check they for red
I, injection, put the needle to your skin feel reality's ever win You maintain to put a negro in you used to diss me "Oh you hang with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, what a wonderful But what the hell was so 'bout cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you a voodoo doll Doors locked stop for the count who drops You slept on a kid the boondocks
Out of Motorville land of the ill Bellsburg Viking so you I'm top rankin' Phil say who comin' like the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz I've been rockin' since eighty two When I used to my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra
Yo Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de Fugee comin' around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not home!
Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de Fugee comin' around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home
I wear my at night To spy on my girlfriend, that's They dancin', romancin', at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, that's They dancin', romancin', at night Say, Mona Lisa could I get a date on