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, Fugee around the way
Yo, hey, nappy Yo, got there? Hah, I got some of lyrical
Well, I'm a Libra Well, I'm a Libra
You wanna battle I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your dreams I write the horror of Stephen King Cling to also those papers say ock I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own
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 more commits it I was ordered to Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'
on the kid from the capitol I never the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital critical, spirit over 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 only God knows me And the Angels raps on holy paper I said, I'm for Jesus, he said take the escalator One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be My be there, my mother'd be there
So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, comin' around de way
I don't puff so I always got my Never had to with a bullet proof vest They call me weasel but I, still cave a chest I don't wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the
No disrespect to the West, indeed I rock it to the East, the is the seed To see them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, things are 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, kids are actin' Hill is fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Mister Piece Suit the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah, that's the serpents and them garment tips I got a full of problems and a hand full 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 bang No I, got hte slang to 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 wouldn't mind 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 home
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a if it's snake rattle 'Cuz my as old as a reptile As as a new Nile, as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of This land's land, this land's my land The blacker the black man, the 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 negro in pain you used to me "Oh you hang with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, 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 hell was so wonderful 'bout in the farm Mr. Man
The harder come, the harder they fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a doll Doors locked stop drawer for the count who You on a kid from the boondocks
Out of Motorville land of the ill Viking so you know I'm top rankin' Phil Some say who comin' like the yuma but save the 'Cuz I've rockin' ever since eighty two When I used to 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, 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 you're busy, I wouldn't mind Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de Fugee comin' around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay heads in the zone and we're not goin' home!
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 Fugee comin' around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy in the zone and we're not goin' home
I wear my sunglasses at 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 I get a date on Friday