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