Yo, Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, comin' around the way
Yo, hey, head Yo, got there? Hah, I got some of lyrical
Well, I'm a Libra Well, I'm a Libra
You wanna battle swing I bring commandin' men I was king In all dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to also those papers say ock I got tired of the fat so I sing to my own opera
Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I thee If you live by the you will be die by the gun 'Cuz all guys tell lies and girls commits it I was ordered to Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'
on the kid from the capitol I never play the opera but now I'm a General Hospital Condition critical, over who's the physical So if I die, catch me at the
I'll fly away, ohh, with a mic in my hand To a land where God knows me And the Angels write on holy paper I said, I'm for Jesus, he said take the escalator One up, is guaranteed you'll be there My be there, my mother'd be there
So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, comin' around de way
I puff so I always got my breath had to battle with a bullet proof vest They call me weasel but I, still cave a chest I wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, true I rock it to the East, the is the seed To see them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, things are tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the blunt Whatcha gonna do, are actin' ooohhh Hill is fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Three Piece Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland Nah, the serpents and know them garment tips I got a full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots I feel a comin' down, yo I
I got the slang to make the chitty, bang, A, rid, dang, de, dang, the head bang No I, got hte to make the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang
Yo, Lisa, could 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' round de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a if it's snake rattle 'Cuz my as old as a reptile As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new
So follow me to the land of Abraham This land's land, this land's my land The blacker the black man, the better the man Yo, some nappy heads need to check necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your skin reality's ever win You to put a negro in pain you used to diss me "Oh you wanna with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, what a world But what the hell was so wonderful cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The harder they come, the harder fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a doll Doors locked drawer for the count who drops You on a kid from the boondocks
Out of land of the ill kill Bellsburg so you know 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 to rock my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra
Yo Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday And if you're busy, I wouldn't 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!
Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday And if you're busy, I mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay up de posse 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, right They dancin', romancin', at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, right They dancin', romancin', at night Say, Mona Lisa could I get a on Friday