Yo, Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't takin' Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, Fugee comin' the way
Yo, hey, nappy Yo, got there? Hah, I got some of lyrical
Well, I'm a y'all Well, I'm a y'all
You wanna battle swing I bring commandin' men I was king In all dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King to false also those papers say ock I got tired of the fat so I sing to my own opera
Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I love If you by the sword you will be die by the gun 'Cuz all tell 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 from the I never play the opera but now I'm a General Hospital Condition critical, spirit 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 land where only God me And the Angels write raps on holy I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he take the escalator One flight up, is guaranteed be there My sister'd be there, my be there
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 proof vest They call me cock weasel but I, still cave a I don't wear Jheri 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No to the West, true indeed I it to the East, the East is the seed To see them 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 gonna do, kids are actin' Hill is gettin' fed up, yo the coporate at?
A Mister Piece Suit the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah, the serpents and know them garment tips I got a head full of and a hand full of nappy roots I feel a 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 the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy heads
Yo, Lisa, could 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, comin' round de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home
Hey, yo a battle is a but a battle's not a battle if it's doesn't rattle 'Cuz my style's as old as a As as a new Nile, as new as a new child
So come me to the land of Abraham This land's your land, this land's my The blacker the black man, the the next man Yo, some nappy need to check they necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your skin feel reality's win You maintain to put a negro in you used to diss me "Oh you wanna with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, what a world But the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The harder they come, the they fall, so come one come all stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop drawer for the who drops You slept on a kid the boondocks
Out of Motorville of the ill kill Bellsburg Viking so you I'm top rankin' Phil say who comin' like the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz I've rockin' ever since eighty two When I to rock my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra
Yo 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 comin' de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy in the zone and we're 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 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, right They dancin', romancin', freakin' at Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, right They dancin', romancin', at night Say, Mona Lisa could I get a on Friday