Verse One

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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