Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, Fugee around the way
Yo, hey, head Yo, Whatchu got Hah, I got of that 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 your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen Cling to false those papers say ock I got tired of the fat lady so I to my own opera
Balang, balang, balang to de man de 'cuz I love thee If you by the sword you will be die by the gun all guys 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 the capitol I play the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital Condition critical, spirit over who's the So if I die, catch me at the
I'll fly away, ohh, with a mic in my hand To a land only God knows me And the write raps on holy 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, 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 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 wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No to the West, true 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 gettin'
Now we on some new stuff, I never the Ku Kluk My own is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt Whatcha gonna do, kids are actin' Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the at?
A Mister Piece Suit Check the square roots, and Timberland boots Nah, that's the serpents and 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 to make the chitty, bang, bang A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy head 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 busy, I wouldn't mind 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 and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo a is a battle but a battle's not a battle if it's doesn't rattle my style's as old as a reptile As as a new Nile, as new as a new child
So follow me to the land of Abraham This land's your land, land's my land The the black man, the better the next man Yo, some nappy heads need to check they for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your skin reality's ever win You maintain to put a in pain you used to diss me "Oh you wanna hang old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your to the song
is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, a wonderful world But what the hell was so wonderful cotton in the farm Mr. Man
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so one come all Don't 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 say who comin' like the yuma but save the rumor 'Cuz I've been rockin' since eighty two When I to rock my Pumas
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all Oh, co'mon, I'm a Libra y'all
Yo Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse Fugee comin' de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not home!
Mona Lisa, could I get a date on And if you're busy, I mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse Fugee around de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not home
I wear my sunglasses at To spy on my girlfriend, right 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 date on