Yo, Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I mind takin' Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Yo, hey, head Yo, Whatchu got Hah, I got of that lyrical
Well, I'm a y'all Well, I'm a y'all
You wanna battle swing I commandin' men like I was king In all your dreams I write the horror flick of King Cling to false those papers say ock I got of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Balang, balang, to de man de rock 'cuz I love thee 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 the capitol I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General Condition critical, over who's the physical So if I die, catch me at the
I'll fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my To a land only God knows me And the Angels write raps on holy I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said take the One flight up, is guaranteed be there My be there, my mother'd be there
So, 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
I don't so I always got my breath Never had to battle a bullet proof vest They call me cock 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 it to the East, the East is the seed To see that days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' 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 do, kids are actin' ooohhh Hill is fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Mister Three Piece Check the square roots, Girbauds and boots Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment I got a head full of and a hand full of nappy roots I a Jones' comin' down, yo I
I got the to make the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy head No I, got hte slang to make the chitty, bang, A, rid, dang, de, dang, the heads bang
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 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 but a battle's not a battle 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 come me to the land of Abraham This your land, this land's my land The blacker the black man, the the next man Yo, nappy heads need to check they necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your skin feel ever win You maintain to put a negro in pain you to diss me "Oh you wanna hang with old Kane?" nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, a wonderful world But the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo Doors locked stop drawer for the count who 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' the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz I've been rockin' since eighty two When I to rock my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a y'all Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Oh, co'mon, I'm a Libra y'all
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 comin' around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy in the zone and we're not goin' home!
Lisa, could 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 Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, right They dancin', romancin', at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I wear my sunglasses at To spy on my girlfriend, right They dancin', romancin', freakin' at Say, Lisa could I get a date on Friday