Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't takin' Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, comin' around the way
Yo, hey, head Yo, got there? Hah, I got some of lyrical
Well, I'm a y'all Well, I'm a Libra
You wanna battle I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your I write the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to also those papers say ock I got tired of the fat lady so I 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 guys tell lies and girls commits it I was ordered to Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'
Assassination on the kid the capitol I never play the soap opera but now I'm a Hospital Condition critical, spirit who's the physical So if I die, catch me at the
I'll fly away, ohh, glory a mic in my hand To a land where God knows me And the write raps on holy paper I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he take the escalator One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be 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 Round up de posse, Fugee comin' de way
I puff so I always got my breath Never had to battle with a proof vest call me cock weasel but I, still cave a chest I don't wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah the West
No to the West, true indeed I it to the East, the East is the seed To see that them back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, are gettin' tragic
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, are actin' ooohhh Hill is fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Three Piece Suit 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 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 heads bang
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on And if you're busy, I mind 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 goin'
Hey, yo a is a battle but a battle's not a battle if it's snake doesn't 'Cuz my style's as old as a As as a new Nile, as new as a new child
So follow me to the land of Abraham This your land, this land's my land The the black man, the better the next man Yo, some nappy heads need to check necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your feel reality's ever 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 to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis And I say to myself, what a wonderful But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the Mr. Man
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so one come all stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop for the count who drops You slept on a kid from the
Out of Motorville land of the ill Bellsburg Viking so you I'm top rankin' Phil Some say who comin' the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz been rockin' ever since eighty two When I used to my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra Oh, co'mon, well I'm a y'all
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on And if you're busy, I 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 zone and not goin' home!
Mona Lisa, 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 zone and we're not home
I wear my 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 could I get a on Friday