To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
Round up de posse Fugee comin' around de way
I don't wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots
Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy head bang
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest
I got the slang to make the chitty, bang, bang
When I used to rock my Pumas
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips
A Mister Three Piece Suit
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
They call me cock weasel but I, still cave a chest
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new child
Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I love thee
I'll fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my hand
I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said take the escalator
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
To spy on my girlfriend, that's right
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
No I, got hte slang to make the chitty, bang, bang
Whatcha gonna do, kids are actin' ooohhh
I wear my sunglasses at night
I don't puff so I always got my breath
You wanna battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was king
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' round de way
Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital
Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra y'all
'Cuz I've been rockin' ever since eighty two
So if I die, catch me at the funeral
I, feel injection, put the to your skin feel reality's
Out of Motorville land of the ill kill
To a land where only God knows me
Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the song
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
Mr. Slave Man
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Hah, I got some of that lyrical
I wear my sunglasses at night
In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy heads bang
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes, y'all
Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra y'all
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' tragic
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Word?
The blacker the black man, the better the next man
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night
'Cuz all guys tell lies and more girls commits it
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
And the Angels write raps on holy paper
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home!
"Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
So come follow me to the land of Abraham
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk
I feel a Jones' comin' down, yo I
Assassination on the kid from the capitol
Yo, hey, nappy head
'Cuz my style's as old as a reptile
Yo, whashup?
Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there
No disrespect to the West, true indeed
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Whatchu got there?
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
if it's snake doesn't rattle
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Well, I'm a Libra y'all
Well, I'm a Libra y'all
Some say who comin' like the yuma but save the rumor
Cling to false also those papers say ock
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
This land's your land, this land's my land
Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top rankin' Phil
Round up de posse Fugee comin' around de way
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
To spy on my girlfriend, that's right
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops
