Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday? And if busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay up de posse, Fugee 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 y'all
You wanna swing I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your I write the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to false also papers say ock I got tired of the fat lady so I to my own opera
Balang, balang, to de man de rock 'cuz I love thee If you live by the sword you be die by the gun 'Cuz all tell lies and more girls commits it I was ordered to Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'
Assassination on the kid from the I never play the soap but now I'm a General Hospital critical, spirit 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 raps on holy paper I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he take the escalator One flight up, is you'll be there My sister'd be there, my mother'd be
So, Lisa, could 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, comin' around de way
I don't so I always got my breath Never had to battle a bullet proof vest They me cock weasel but I, still cave a chest I don't wear Jheri curls 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 days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, things are gettin'
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku My own clan is up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt Whatcha do, kids are actin' ooohhh Hill is gettin' fed up, yo the coporate at?
A Mister Piece Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and boots Nah, the serpents and know them 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 make the chitty, bang, A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy head No I, got hte to make 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 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 zone and we're not home
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a if it's snake doesn't 'Cuz my style's as old as a As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new
So follow me to the land of Abraham This land's your land, land's my land The blacker the black man, the better the 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 in pain you used to diss me "Oh you hang with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Armstrong And I say to myself, what a world But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout in the farm Mr. Man
The harder come, the harder they fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a doll locked stop drawer for the count who drops You slept on a kid from the
Out of Motorville of the ill kill Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top rankin' say who comin' like the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz I've been ever since eighty two When I used to rock my
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, yes, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra
Yo Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if busy, I wouldn't 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 and we're not goin' home!
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 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 dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, that's dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Say, Mona Lisa I get a date on Friday