| Yo! |
| The Black Sheep has arisen here, oh dear
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| The cat’s out the bag and it’s the end of your career
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| Don’t spit it out, let it persevere
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| I like to see my dick snot disappear
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| I got inch out the edge, Lawnge Don can’t compare
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| So, ho, come here!
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| Now some say they get live but the Sugar Dick is live-er
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| In and out of any situation like MacGuyver
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| If it’s not Boopie’s then it’s Lady Godiva’s
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| When it comes to hitting ass I’m a striver
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| I’ll use my dick to fight a war so there won’t be no survivor
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| Call me the Nine Point Fiver!
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| Cause I’m the sugar dick, the Sugar Dick Daddy Mr Lawnge
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| Of the Black Sheep here to point out what’s wrong
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| With emcees like these popping that bullshit, please?!
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| Hang it up, black
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| If it’s a God-given talent then take that shit back
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| Analyse the style, go home and re-write
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| I know you wanna be down, I know you wanna be like
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| ME! |
| The Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge
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| If you think that you can play me, nah, you’re dead wrong
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| Cause I write lines and wreck minds
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| Being that I’m the DJ I can flip at any time
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| I’ll diss you on the rhyme, diss you on the cut
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| Have you on the dick so much there’s no room for my nuts
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| Forget rapping, you nerds are herbs
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| Just get a job and ride my dick to work
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| Respect the Lawnge one cause fly shit I mail out
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| Yo, you got the wrong one if you think I’ll sell out
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| Used to have a ho and I’m damn glad we fell out
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| I would keep on rapping but it’s time to break the hell out
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| Yo bust it, I be a fly nigga as far as niggas go
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| I be a choice brother but only a brother would know
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| Chilling Eskimo as the general rule
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| If you can’t say Dres, you can call me cool
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| Styles unlimited, you can’t get with it
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| But you can get this if you straddled and it fitted
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| I wondered and I pondered if your family were Roman
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| Cause you’re snuggly and you’re cuddly, play me closely like a Trojan
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| Ah-ah, it busted, aww shit, don’t act dumb
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| You opened your mouth, black, so yo here I come
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| It’s a catastrophic state but let it begin
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| If my dick’s on your minds then my balls are on your chin
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| Now here it’s kind rough, so kids stay on your toes
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| If my balls or on your chin then pubic hair is up your nose
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| If pubic hair is up your nose then I suppose
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| I’m the nigga that gets and you’re the nigga that blows
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| My style is immeasurable so put away your ruler
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| Think of the coolest kid you know, Dres is cooler
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| Smoother, slicker, quicker roll-flicker
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| Honey came bloody so I hit her in the shitter
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| Went to a first stone caster cum a master blaster
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| Tell you cause I know, black, get off the slim faster
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| I know you wanna emcee and be down with the rest
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| But stay on the head now cause that’s what you do best
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| Your duck down sound compound no interest
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| Get down with the flock, motherfucker, invest
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| In the rhyming you’re designing, I can see your shit climbing
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| To the bottom from the mid where it hid, bad timing?
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| What do you wanna know, I still gotta go
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| You’re a tic out of tac but I’m busy getting doe
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| Move over just a bit for the sight taking flight
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| Still eager as the Beaver and I’m leading with my right
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| I’ll coin one more then step, daggonit
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| Our dicks are the planet and where are you? |