Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Yo, hey, nappy Yo, got there? Hah, I got of that lyrical
Well, I'm a y'all Well, I'm a Libra
You battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your dreams I the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to false also those say ock I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own
Balang, balang, balang to de man de 'cuz I love thee If you by the sword you will be die by the gun 'Cuz all guys tell lies and 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 opera but now I'm a General Hospital Condition critical, spirit who's the physical So if I die, me at the funeral
I'll fly away, ohh, glory 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 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 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 got my breath Never had to battle a bullet proof vest They call me cock weasel but I, still cave a I don't Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, true I it to the East, the East is the seed To see them 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 gonna do, kids are actin' Hill is fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Mister Three Suit the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah, that's the serpents and know garment tips I got a head full of problems and a hand full of roots I a Jones' comin' down, yo I
I got the to make 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 heads 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 up de posse, Fugee comin' round de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin'
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a if it's snake 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 land of land's your land, this land's my land The the black man, the better the next man Yo, some nappy need to check they necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your skin feel reality's win You maintain to put a negro in pain you to diss me "Oh you wanna hang with old Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, what a world But what the was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The harder they come, the they 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 slept on a kid from the
Out of Motorville of the ill kill Viking so you know I'm top rankin' Phil Some say who comin' like the yuma but save the I've been rockin' ever since eighty two When I used to rock my
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 y'all
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 de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the and we're not goin' home!
Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday And if you're busy, I wouldn't taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse Fugee comin' de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy in the zone and we're not goin' home
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, that's dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, right They dancin', romancin', freakin' at Say, Mona Lisa I get a date on Friday