Yo, Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday? And if busy, I wouldn't mind 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 y'all Well, I'm a y'all
You wanna battle I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen Cling to also those papers say ock I got of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I love If you live by the you will be die by the gun 'Cuz all guys tell lies and girls commits it I was ordered to Red, but now I'm chillin' 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, glory with a mic in my To a land where only God me And the Angels write on holy paper I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he take the escalator One up, is guaranteed 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 don't puff so I got my breath had to battle with a bullet proof vest They call me cock weasel but I, still cave a I don't wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the
No to the West, true indeed I rock it to the East, the East is the To see that days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, are gettin' tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never the Ku Kluk My own clan is actin' up, I it on the Phillie blunt Whatcha gonna do, kids are ooohhh Hill is fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A Mister Piece Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland Nah, that's the and know them garment tips I got a head 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 nappy bang
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on 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 in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a not a battle if it's snake doesn't my style's as old as a reptile As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new
So follow me to the land of Abraham This land's your land, land's my land The blacker the black man, the better the man Yo, some nappy heads to check they necks for red
I, injection, put the needle to your skin feel reality's ever win You maintain to put a negro in pain you to diss me "Oh you wanna hang old Eddie Kane?" nuttin' 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 wonderful But what the hell was so 'bout cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo Doors locked stop 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 say who comin' like the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz I've been rockin' since eighty two When I used to my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra 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 Libra
Yo Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday And if you're busy, I mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse comin' around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and 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 heads in the zone and we're not goin'
I wear my at night To spy on my girlfriend, right They dancin', romancin', freakin' at Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I wear my at night To spy on my girlfriend, that's dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Say, Mona could I get a date on Friday