Dag, I wish I was like Jordan
 So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me
 Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson
 So I could just knock people's heads off
 Naaw, more like Prince
 So I could pull all the honeys
 Well a brother like Chi Ali is pullin all the honeys anyway
 But still, it would be nice
 First Verse
 What's goin on kid?
 At times I dress to be in
 I see you grinnin I'm beginnin to think that we're friends
 And if we are friends, then we are far from fools
 So I will then kiss and
 let you into my sphere cool
 Now listen I'm known, as a Black Sheep
 And if you try to pull the cover
 and attempt to sleep
 You won't get rest naaaah
 You can not sleep on this
 For I make noise... see
 But anyway, I
 It's where I live and though therefore I pray with hay>
 I live on nonetheless
 Someime
 I've got my body and my intellect
 I'm buddha blessed
 Now my chalantness
 Or rather lack of this
 You call the spade a spade
 well I will call the spade a kiss
 Butt in the meantime
 You try to
 And if the source
 I get a verbal bat
 Until I get through
 that we are rich with wealth
 Can you understand that you should be yourself?
 Chorus > repeats twice
 'Bah bah Black Sheep'  repeated three
 Have U.N.E. Pull / times
 Or are you full of sheep
 Tryin to pull the wool
 Second Verse
 What's goin on black?
 You want a hand to smack
 Well I can never be all that
 So I will give you daps
 I do the 'Hey yo'
 Your girl is on the strobe?
 Oh no that's kind of trip
 But gee I gotta go
 You see it's not the style of me
 So I'm not mending
 And I won't pull you leg
 Nor start pretending
 to be a fair weather
 with a plea to come
 Cause you never let me hold your
 You see it's like this I'll start explaining
 Dres is down with self maintaining
 Don't say I can't, I know that I can
 Black Sheep rule, me and my man
 Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres
 Baby sounds are in the sphere
 better do as Chris says
 As for me, to say just how
 You didn't know me then
 so you could never know me now
 Chorus
 Third verse
 What's goin on hon?
 You say you're out for fun
 I got a pocket full of posies
 You say I got a fun
 Then take a step back
 Away from Flipper
 I'd rather shoot you with the joint
 inside my zipper
 But not to be fresh
 For then I lose the groove
 I'd rather see you smile
 And move your booty smooth
 Then I get to know ya
 Got things to show ya
 Is there the chance
 of me gettin over
 And over and over and over and over again
 Now tell me
 Are you gonna let me in
 For it's gettin hot
 what I have have not
 Give me a second though
 I have a mansion and a yacht
 A caddy for my daddy
 somethin new for mom too
 A coat for Mista Lawnge
 and some hook-ers for the crew
 Honey don't get mad
 You know my love is greater
 But, I'll dig you later
 Chorus
 'I can dig it' > repeated six times
 with gradually decreasing emphasis