| It’s times like this that I’ve gotta crack a smile
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| If it’s about anything, then it’s gotta be style
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| What happens now?
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| A better man can hold the mic and do the proving
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| Dres of the Black Sheep Yo, let’s
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| Get the Sheep moving
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| I’d like to pay a tribute, to what?
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| 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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| Brought along, I brought along
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| I brought along, Lawnge
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| A duo 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 punani
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| 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 cause 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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| But 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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| 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?
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| Now there’s a riddle
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| Believe me, cause 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
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| I am
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| About to rip a style
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| That
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| 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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| But 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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| 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 you’re 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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| But 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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| 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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| Said in the meantime, I try to hawk one
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| I try to hawk one in the meantime |