Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Yo, hey, nappy head
Yo, whats up
What you got there
I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word
A cheeba cheeba, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all
A cheeba cheeba, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all
You want to battle swing I bring commanding men, like I was king
In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false, also those papers say ock
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Ba lang balang balang to de man de rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword, you will be die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it
I was ordered to code red, but now I'm chillin' with a few good men
Assassination on the kid from the capitol
I never play the soap opera, but now I'm a general hospital
Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical
So if I die, catch me at the funeral
I'll fly away, oh glory
With a mic in my hand, to a land where only God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said I'm lookin for Jesus, he said take the escalator
One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there
So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday ay ay, ay ay ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way
I don't puff blunts, so I always got my breath
Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest
They call me cock weasel, but I still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls, 'cause I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, true indeed
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and hot tracks
Peace to Mr Magic, things are getting tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh
Hill is gettin' fed up, yo, where's the coporate at
A mister three piece suit
Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots
Nah, that's the serpents, and know them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots
I feel a Jones' comin' down, yo I
I got the slang to make the chitty bang bang
A rid dang de dang, the nappy head bang
No I, got the slang to make the chitty bang bang
A rid dang de dang, the nappy heads bang
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' 'round de way
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
If it's snake doesn't rattle
'Cause my style's as old as a reptile
As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of Abraham
This land's your land, this land's my land
The blacker the black man, the better the next man
Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red
I feel injection
Put the needle to your skin, feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro in pain, you used to diss me
Oh, you want to hang with old Eddie Kane The Five Heartbeats
Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm
Mr Slave Man
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one, come all
Don't stall or I'm a stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked, stop drawer for the count, who drops
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
Out of Motorville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking, so you know I'm top ranking, Phil
Some say who coming, like, like the yuma, but save the rumor
'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty two
When I used to rock my Pumas
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all Repeat x4
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Saturday
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend, that's right
They dancin', romancin', freakin', at night
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes, y'all
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend, that's right
They dancin', romancin', freakin', at night
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes, y'all
Mona Lisa
Nappy heads in the zone and we not goin' home
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all
And to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody