hand gets brushed, but whiskers they get clipped Over to the mirror, yeah we look okay Dial tone 2-1-2-A-O-J-O-J-O-J It's a daily thing for Black Sheep
anything, than it's gotta be style, what happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do the proving Dres, of the Black Sheep yo, let's get the sheep
It's Black Sheep on the street with sure shots Freak freak, y'all, yo it's def sounds Black Sheep blowing up like a hooker laying down I, I gotta work
style was copywritten to have fake suckers quittin' Because the Sheep style you're not gettin' Ya see we know, yo, we gotta stay original Keep the Black Sheep
have no skills You go make a demo, get a deal and start to sprout Gold, platinum, and then start sellin' out You get a Benz and trash the Nova Double platinum, and start crossin' over Then you get
'Cause I'm the sugar dick, The Sugar Dick Daddy Mr. Lawnge of the Black Sheep Here to point out what's wrong with emcees like these Popping that bullshit, please Hang it up, Black
a stroblelite hoe, I gotta go, I gotta go Yo Dres, it's your turn Act like gonnarhea and burn baby burn Step into the booth and give 'em proof That black sheep
blunt give it away to the B-R-A-T, And check my M3, They got mo' beat Than Bo Peep got sheep, And you can't keep up with this heifer From the west side
' To the rally fat, not just with dough, but with the knowledge You know, so, get up and go, get yourself a book of life Instead of living life like a hooker Get
a clock, gotta go gotta Go see you later by the cat and you can't Beat that with a bat You can get with this or you can get with that [Hook] You can get
C. almost every weekend The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin' Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep
to let each other fly June 1 6 7 1 The day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "Nigga get paid" No one can understand me, the black sheep. Outcasted
gotta toss threads, throw rolls and dress funny Just gotta be Dres, stay black and get money Ain't gotta smoke weed, pop ex or sniff blow Just gotta be Dres, stay black
warm blood of the bill collector knockin I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home I get
, "look out for black snakes they all up in your cypher Black snakes you can't see therefore they sneak up and they bite ya'" They get to flippin
in the house For the brothers that don't be knowin' what's up? Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava Back to the funk track, like Black Sheep My
Black men This always happens since all Black women care about is Who got dough and all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe I say first brotha
out the door again Lie to get what I came for Lie to get just what I need Lie to get what I crave Lie and smile to get what's mine Eye on what i'm