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, 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 swing I commandin' men like I was king In all your I write the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to false those papers say ock I got tired of the fat so I sing to my own opera
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 lies and more girls commits it I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm with 'A Few Good Men'
Assassination on the kid the capitol I never play the opera but now I'm a General Hospital critical, spirit over 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 where 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 you'll be there My be there, my mother'd be there
So, 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' around de way
I puff so I always got my breath Never had to battle a bullet proof vest call me cock weasel but I, still cave a chest I don't wear curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No to the West, true indeed I rock it to the East, the East is the To see that them days back, yo and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, things are gettin'
Now we on new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the blunt Whatcha do, kids are actin' ooohhh Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the at?
A Mister Three Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and boots Nah, that's the serpents and know them tips I got a full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots I feel a Jones' down, yo I
I got the to make the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang 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 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 zone and we're not goin'
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 follow me to the land of This land's your land, land's my land The the black man, the better the next man Yo, some nappy heads need to they necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your feel reality's ever win You maintain to put a in pain you used to diss me "Oh you wanna hang with old Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, what a wonderful But what the hell was so wonderful cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The harder they come, the harder fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo Doors stop drawer for the count who drops You slept on a kid the boondocks
Out of Motorville of the ill kill Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top Phil Some say who comin' the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz I've been rockin' since eighty two When I used to my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, yes, I'm a Libra 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 mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse Fugee around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not home!
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 Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not 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 wear my sunglasses at To spy on my girlfriend, right dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Say, Mona could I get a date on Friday