Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't takin' Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Yo, hey, nappy 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 dreams I the horror flick 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 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'
on the kid from the capitol I never play the opera but now I'm a General Hospital Condition critical, spirit over the physical So if I die, catch me at the
fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my hand To a land only God knows me And the Angels write raps on paper I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he take the escalator One flight up, is guaranteed be there My be there, my mother'd be there
So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on And if you're busy, I wouldn't taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, comin' around de way
I puff so I always got my breath had to battle with a bullet proof vest They call me cock but I, still cave a chest I don't Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, indeed I rock it to the East, the East is the To see that them back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie gonna do, kids are actin' ooohhh Hill is gettin' fed up, yo the coporate at?
A Mister Three Suit the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah, that's the serpents and know them tips I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy 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 to make the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang
Yo, Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday 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 not a battle if it's doesn't rattle '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 of Abraham This land's land, this land's my land The blacker the black man, the the next man Yo, nappy heads need to check they necks for red
I, feel injection, put the to your skin feel reality's ever win You to put a negro in pain you used to diss me "Oh you hang with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, what a wonderful But what the was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo Doors locked stop drawer for the who drops You slept on a kid the boondocks
Out of Motorville of the ill kill Bellsburg so you know I'm top rankin' Phil Some say who comin' the yuma but save the rumor '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, I'm a Libra y'all
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on 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 mind 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 They dancin', romancin', at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I wear my sunglasses at To spy on my girlfriend, right They dancin', romancin', at night Say, Lisa could I get a date on Friday