| Black Sheep, in your house, party people you remember
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| The two that served your whole crew like the bartender
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| It’s dynamic D, don’t you panic cause we won’t stop
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| Until hip-hop, is all it could be, now
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| You can’t checks it when I flex it yo I wreck shhhh
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| You’re turning me off like a naked anorexic
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| I gets, jazzy baby if you’re blastin maybe you can
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| See me and Mista Lawnge to drop the flavor loops like Toucan
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| Lawnge --
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| It’s the genuine, nine and then some
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| Rolling with the Sheep but yo we all can’t come
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| Because the part be on that old strict clientele
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| Dissing more people at the door than Jessica and Miguel
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| Now if you’re peeps of the Sheep then we’ll let you in
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| But if you didn’t buy my album then you’re not my friend
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| I recommend you step back to the end
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| And watch me catch wreck like fat people breakin wind
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| Dres --
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| Black Sheep, we’re mighty like Isis
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| My man, I slam nice, yes more fly than Shazam I am
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| Dres, D-R-E-S, roar without a floor
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| I pound clowns who walk on sound for encores
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| Me and my man sicne eighty-three, makin this fast buck
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| Act up and get broken when I’m open like a Mack truck
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| Slammin ya on camera like Gamera it’s iller
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| Cause you never knew the Sheep could catch wreck like Godzilla
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| Chrous: Dres, Lawnge (repeat 2X)
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| Yo I can do it
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| Ain’t nuttin to it
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| Yeah I can do it
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| Yo we can turn this party out
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| Verse Two:
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| Lawnge --
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| Black Sheep, the definition, by now you should’ve known
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| It means wherever we rock the spot gets blown
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| So when you see is on a flyer, it should be your desire
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| To witness more wreck than a West coast fire
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| So be prepared to bounce jump around and all that
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| You don’t have to ask Jack, you know where the party’s at
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| It’s uptown in the Boogie Down so don’t sleep
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| On that Non Fiction hit by Black Sheep
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| Dres --
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| Be the B-B, L-L-L, L-A-C-K
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| S-H, double-E-P, and comin your way with A
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| Dope styles B you can’t compare
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| C-D, come move your ass like you’re sittin in my chair
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| We glow like incense intense like suspense
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| Commence to rip the party people love nonsense, I
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| Put the art in party with my padre, word to madre
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| I love deeper than that lady Sade
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| Lawnge --
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| Black Sheep, rips and represents, believe we do
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| Have more crews than in the days of L. Q
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| Now let me tell you, what other suckers failed to
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| We open more doors than a carpenter puts nails through
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| I wish your style was copywritten, to have fake suckers quittin
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| Because the Sheep style you’re not gettin
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| Ya see we know, yo, we gotta stay original
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| Keep the Black Sheep flow and party til it’s time to go
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| Outro:
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| D — Now to the peeps in the back, if you’re not the wack, say
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| L — Now all the people in the front, if you’re ready to bump, say
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| D — Now in the middle we jangle jingle it ain’t no riddle, say
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| L — Now to the people on the side, if you’re black with pride, say |