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