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Verse One
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It's times like this that I've gotta crack a smile
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If about anything, than it's gotta be style
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What happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do the proving,
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Dres, of the Black Sheep Yo, let's get the Sheep moving
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I'd like to pay a tribute, to what, to knocking boots
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I'm single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots
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But there's another, the other
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The brother on the cover
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I brought along, I brought along
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I brought along, Lawnge
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I do a not a trio move your bootie cause I say so
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Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe
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Now I hold a microphone, but this is what I wanted
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A pocket full of panonie, better me than those that front it
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Dropping bombs, lovely, make 'em jet without their Jetta
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Keep fronting if you're wanting but I bet ya the Beretta
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Punctuates and exclamates, the lingo I let go
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Not that it's my style cuz I let go my ego
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Be it just us, just you or just me or just who
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Never am I full, gotta to get residuals
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Pronto, Tonto
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Was engine number nine
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I'm out to get the nickels, quarters, pennies and the dimes
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Chorus
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Butt in the meantime, I try to hawk one
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I try to hawk one, in the meantime
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Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one
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I try to hawk one in the meantime
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Verse Two
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At last, Black Sheep on wax
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And finally, it's for himself that Mista Lawnge is laying tracks
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Now I won't dally your fiddle
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Give ya more than bits and kibble
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Or is it kibbles and bits that became hits, now there's a riddle
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Believe me, cuz you see, I do understand
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Heard a jam that was flam
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Bought the album, Van Damme, it's weak
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But for the moment, I won't speak
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Upon this, I mean that, I mean those, I mean them
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I mean there, I mean here, damn
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Yo, whatcha trying say Dres?
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Yo let me try this again
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Ya see, this is rather funky, the style that I'm displaying
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Somewhat bona fide, on the side of okay and
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Finally, your hunger for dopeness is full
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Hmmm, please excuse me, Yo, turn it up a decibel
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For I am about to rip a style
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That will make heads bop awhile
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So please step to the right, if ya suck
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Should I do 'em Violators "Ahh, what the fuck?"
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Moving, yes I'm moving, am I moving? "Goony gu-gu"
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Say la say la what, say la say la say la "pu-pu"
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Say it in a second, after Dres is finished wrecking
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As I'm wrecking, gotcha checking
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Step to this and Dres will deck
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Chorus
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Verse Three
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Surprising you, I'm rising,
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Dresmerizing and subliminalizing
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Black Sheep are here, we're breaking all ties
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And making songs that are prolific
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Specific as terrific
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Move a body in the city to both sides of the Pacific
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I'm Dres and you are not
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You're cold, I'm hot which means I'm soon to boil bootie
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Your bootie, your bootie, the butt, but still you think your royal
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Are you mad, are you jealous
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Overjoyed or over zealous?
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Hold your glass and sip
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For when you held the mike you couldn't rip
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Before your mike went hush
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Keep sipping stupid lush
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I know I'll be all right tonight
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I took my time, I didn't rush
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I didn't blush, I didn't frown
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Got up to get down
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Henceforth, I'm getting down and dirty, G
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You thought that I would not be
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Stupid, Cupid, or elupid
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I sting ya like a bumble
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Where's the bee, here I be
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Can'tcha see, can'tcha peep?
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If you're sleeping then wake up
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If you're stinking then wash up
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If you're creeping, then catch up
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You're rolling with the Black Sheep
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Chorus
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Chorus
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Butt In The Meantime
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Black Sheep |