Yo, Lisa, could 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 comin' the way
Yo, hey, nappy 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 bring commandin' men like I was In all your dreams I write the flick of Stephen King Cling to false also papers say ock I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own
Balang, balang, to de man de rock 'cuz I love thee If you live by the you will be die by the gun all guys tell lies and more girls commits it I was to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'
on the kid from the capitol I never play the soap but now I'm a General 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 only God me And the Angels write on holy paper I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said take the One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be My sister'd be there, my mother'd be
So, Mona Lisa, I get a date 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
I puff so I always got my breath Never had to battle with a bullet proof They me cock weasel but I, still cave a chest I don't wear curls 'cuz 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 them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' tragic
Now we on new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk My own is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt Whatcha do, kids are actin' ooohhh is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Mister Three Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and boots Nah, that's the serpents and know garment tips I got a full of problems 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 head bang No I, got hte slang to the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy heads
Yo, Lisa, could 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 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 but a battle's not a battle 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 land's your land, this land's my land The blacker the black man, the the next man Yo, some nappy heads need to check they for red
I, injection, put the needle to your skin feel reality's ever win You maintain to put a negro in pain you to diss me "Oh you hang with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap head to the song
is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, a wonderful world But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the 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 locked stop 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 the rumor 'Cuz I've been rockin' ever eighty two When I used to rock my
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, yes, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra Oh, co'mon, I'm a Libra y'all
Yo Mona Lisa, I get a date 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 Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the and we're not goin' home!
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 heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
I wear my sunglasses at To spy on my girlfriend, that's They dancin', romancin', freakin' at Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I wear my sunglasses at To spy on my girlfriend, that's They dancin', romancin', at night Say, Mona could I get a date on Friday