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, head Yo, Whatchu got Hah, I got some of that
Well, I'm a y'all Well, I'm a Libra
You battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen 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 I love thee If you live by the sword you 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 soap opera but now I'm a Hospital Condition critical, spirit over who's the So if I die, me at the funeral
I'll fly away, ohh, with a mic in my hand To a where 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 sister'd be there, my mother'd be
So, 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
I don't so I always got my breath Never had to battle with a bullet vest They call me cock weasel but I, still cave a I don't wear Jheri curls I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, true I rock it to the East, the East is the To see that them back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, 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 fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Three Piece Suit Check the roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah, that's the and know them garment tips I got a head full of problems and a hand full of 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 make the chitty, bang, A, rid, dang, de, dang, the heads bang
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a 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 we're not 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 slick as a new Nile, as new as a new
So follow me to the land of Abraham This land's land, this land's my land The blacker the black man, the better the man Yo, some heads need to check they necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your skin feel ever win You maintain to put a negro in pain you to diss me "Oh you wanna hang old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, have you sing 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 they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked drawer for the count 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 been rockin' ever since two When I used to my Pumas
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, well I'm a Libra
Yo Lisa, could 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 Fugee around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the and we're not goin' home!
Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday And if you're busy, I mind taking 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
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, that's dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, that's dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Say, Mona Lisa could I get a on Friday