Yo, Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I mind takin' Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, Fugee around the way
Yo, hey, nappy Yo, got there? Hah, I got of that 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 dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to 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 love If you live by the you will be die by the gun 'Cuz all guys lies and more girls commits it I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Men'
Assassination on the kid from the I never the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital Condition critical, spirit over the physical So if I die, catch me at the
fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my hand To a land only God knows me And the Angels write on holy paper I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said the escalator One up, is guaranteed you'll 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 mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, Fugee around de way
I don't puff so I 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 'cuz I'm nah the West
No disrespect to the West, indeed I rock it to the East, the East is the To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Peace to Mr. Magic, things are tragic
Now we on new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk My own clan is actin' up, I it on the Phillie blunt Whatcha gonna do, kids are ooohhh Hill is fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Mister Piece Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland Nah, that's the and know them garment tips I got a head full of problems and a hand 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 to make the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the heads bang
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday And if busy, I wouldn't mind 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 and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a if it's 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 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 your skin feel reality's win You to put a negro in pain you used to diss me "Oh you wanna with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, a wonderful world But what the was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one all Don't stall or I'ma stick you a voodoo doll Doors stop drawer for the count who drops You slept on a kid the boondocks
Out of Motorville land of the ill Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top Phil Some say who like the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz I've been rockin' since eighty two I used to rock my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a y'all Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra Oh, co'mon, well I'm a y'all
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 around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay heads in the zone and we're not goin' home!
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 comin' around 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 They dancin', romancin', at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, right dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Say, Mona Lisa could I get a on Friday