Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, comin' around the way
Yo, hey, head Yo, got there? Hah, I got of that lyrical
Well, I'm a y'all Well, I'm a y'all
You wanna battle swing I bring men like I was king In all your dreams I write the horror flick of King to false also those papers say ock I got of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I thee If you by the sword you will be die by the gun 'Cuz all tell lies and more girls commits it I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good
Assassination on the kid the capitol I never play the soap opera but now I'm a Hospital Condition critical, spirit over who's the So if I die, catch me at the
I'll fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my To a land where only God me And the Angels write raps on holy I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said the escalator One up, is guaranteed you'll be there My sister'd be there, my mother'd be
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, Fugee around de way
I puff so I always got my breath Never had to battle a bullet proof vest They call me weasel but I, still cave a chest I don't wear Jheri 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, indeed I rock it to the East, the is the seed To see that them days back, yo 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 do, kids are actin' ooohhh is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Mister Piece Suit Check the roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah, that's the serpents and know garment tips I got a head full of and a hand full of nappy roots I feel a Jones' down, yo I
I got the slang to the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang No I, got hte to make the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang
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 posse, Fugee round de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not home
Hey, yo a is a battle but a battle's not a battle if it's snake rattle 'Cuz my as old as a reptile As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new
So come me to the land of Abraham This land's your land, this my land The the black man, the better the next man Yo, some heads need to check they necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to skin feel reality's ever win You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to me "Oh you wanna hang 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, a wonderful 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 or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop for the count who drops You on a kid from the boondocks
Out of Motorville land of the ill Bellsburg so you know I'm top rankin' Phil Some say who comin' like the but save the rumor 'Cuz I've been ever since eighty two When I used to my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, yes, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all Oh, co'mon, I'm a Libra y'all
Yo Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse Fugee comin' de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the and we're not goin' home!
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 posse Fugee around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not home
I wear my sunglasses at To spy on my girlfriend, right dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I wear my at night To spy on my girlfriend, right They dancin', romancin', freakin' at Say, Mona Lisa could I get a on Friday