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 comin' the way
Yo, hey, head Yo, Whatchu got Hah, I got some of lyrical
Well, I'm a y'all Well, I'm a Libra
You wanna battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was In all your I write the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to false also papers say ock I got tired of the fat lady so I 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 and more girls commits it I was ordered to Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'
on the kid from the capitol I play the soap 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 write raps on holy paper I said, I'm for Jesus, he said take the escalator One flight up, is you'll be there My sister'd be there, my mother'd be
So, 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, Fugee around de way
I puff so I always got my breath Never had to battle with a bullet proof They call me cock weasel but I, cave a chest I don't wear curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, 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, 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 gettin' fed up, yo where's the 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 of problems 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 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 date on And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Round up de posse, Fugee round de way Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin'
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a not a battle if snake doesn't rattle my style's as old as a reptile As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new
So come me to the land of Abraham This land's your land, this my land The blacker the black man, the better the man Yo, some nappy heads to check they necks for red
I, feel injection, put the needle to your feel reality's ever win You maintain to put a in pain you used to diss me "Oh you wanna hang with old 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 wonderful 'bout 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 a voodoo doll Doors locked stop drawer for the who drops You on a kid from the boondocks
Out of land 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 eighty two When I used to rock my
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra 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 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' 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 busy, I wouldn't mind 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
I wear my sunglasses at To spy on my girlfriend, that's They dancin', romancin', at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,
I my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend, that's They dancin', romancin', freakin' at Say, Mona could I get a date on Friday