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Verse One: Dres
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Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep?
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Don't know who I am, or when I'm coming so you sleep
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Wasn't in my room, wasn't in my sphere
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Knew not who I was, but listen here
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Dres, D-R-E-S, yes I get suckers start
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If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here one apart
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Back, Middle, to the front, don't front
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Wanna a good time, gonna give you what you want
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Can I hear a hey? [Hey!]
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Now get a yo! [Yo!]
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You gotta hay? [Huh!]
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It's for the hoes [Oh!]
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The styling is creative, Black Sheep of the Native
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Can't be violated, or even decepticated
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I got brothers in the Jungle, cousins on the Quest
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Deaf retarded uncles, in parties were they rest
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Guess, which way, what, when, how
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Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW
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Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers
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Then of course, the choice is yours
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Chorus
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You can get with this, or you can get with that [repeat 3X]
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I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at
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[repeat both lines 2X]
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Verse Two
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Where's the Black Sheep, here's the Black Sheep
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Even if we wanted to the flock could not be weak
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Watch me swing like this, why should I swing it like that,
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Because in fact, on me it might not attract
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Therefore I ignore, do as I feel inside
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I live with me, I've got my back tonight
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Ya know what I'm saying, yo Black, I'm not playing
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Need to go with this, or go with that with no delaying
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See, in actuality, one be can it be,
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I made it look easy, because it is to me
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Any time capacity was filled, try to rock it
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Any time a honey gave us play, tried to knock it
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Never was fool, so we finished school
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Never see us sweat, and you'll never see us drool
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Out to rock the globe while it's still here to rock
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Don't punch girls, and we don't punch a clock
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Gotta go, gotta go, see you later by the cat
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And you can't beat that with a bat
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Chorus
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Verse Three
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Now you can get this, or you can get with that
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I think you'll get with this yes, for this is kinda fat
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If you get with that, then you will surly miss,
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Because that is so wack, I think you'll get with this
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For in the day in my life, or rather the life of my days
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Never sweat the chaos, for Black Sheep has ways
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Although, how shall I say it, take a point, convey it
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Styling is quite Dolby, yes I know those for you play it
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Not to be all that though all that is my goal
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Stumble and fell, brother, like Dres would roll
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Need a sexy honey for a twilight stroll
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Gave up on sushi, give me an egg roll
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At A & W, get to the Root, with a boot or sneaker
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Get near a speaker, demo to a single
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To the kind with a fly hoe, damned the scenario
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And, pass the paper, cross the fader
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Black Sheep getting played, like a Sony in a Beta
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Dres the creator, of a style that is much greater
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Chorus
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The Choice Is Yours
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Black Sheep |