Mona Lisa

[Verse]

Wuh-wuh-wuh

Yo, well it was one o' those days, wasn't nothin' to do

An' I was downtown, sittin' wit' my hustlin' crew

Slid up in the corner Deli for [?], to roll a reefer

An' ran into this girl, her name was "Mona..."

Mona Lisa, the most beautiful creature

Don't even know that every other chick is beneath her

Fake stallion, dark skinned, physical feature

Copped her chicken wings, and a slice of pizza

I said, "Ill! [Ew?] You need a healthier meal

Slide wit' me, we can go an fill your belly for real."

She said, "Chill! Honey, relax and unzip your fly

I'm just kiddin'! I had your ass, didn't I?"

It wasn't hard to see, she had some shit wit' her

I got in the air [?], and damn near crippled her

She said, "Great Scotts! Are you Tariq?

You walk [?] and talk, like the 'Pimp o' the week',"

I had to laugh at her, 'cause at first it sound funny

Pimpin' wit' The Roots crew, workin' hard for the money

"But, pardon me, Tariq, please, don't even try it

Better call me, 'Riq Geez, and keep it quiet,"

She almost got cut short, y'know, shank [?]

For tryna disrespect Big Bank Willie Gank

He thought, "T-H-O-U-G-H-T,"

But not to be a straight ass nigga [?], I said, "See, I'm

Sorry, and I know I just flipped

Please, kick it wit' me, while I smoke this spliff,"

She said, " Y'know, maybe, but you seem crazy

Don't try to play me, you better treat me as a lady,"

Wanna hate a grown ass man, and act childish

An' I bet you [?] to acknow-ledge

Over twenty-one, and yes, I got one son

His favou-rite MC, was the late Big Pun,"

Trim, thick, plus physically, fit

"Ya best believe, that this chick, celibate,"

I said, "Celibate? Love, you need to be hugged,"

Tried to segue, [?] wit' that thing on your tongue

"Ya see, it don't matter to me, I break you in

Let me explain, to you just the way 'Riq [?] do it

The 'T' for the way Thought turns 'em out

The 'H' for the way Halfpound o' [?] burn up out

You know 'O's for O's, at the top of my check

And 'U's the way I Use techniques, correct

The 'G' for G's spit,by 'Riq, G's [?]

The 'H-T', flip around, start off my faec-es,"

But then, 'bout then, Questlove came in

He said, 'We got a show to do," and, "Where the fuck you been?

Come on, you know time is money, we waitin' on a boy

An' he tryna slang number to [?] next door?

Nigga, come along, we got a party to attend

Wit' some ghetto gold diggers, and some more of our friends,"

He got on his cell, and then he waited for the minute

Then the tour bus pulled up, he busted me in it

As we was headin' on our way to perform

I could hear a melody, as Mona sang a song [?]