Yeah, what? Yo, check this out
This is how it's done, how you do it?
You can't blow the spot, we already blew it
Show and AG and Black Sheep
I drop facts over tracks that go, fuck the red, white and blue
I'm with the black, black, black, you diss the brother Show
It makes me wonder, you put him to the test and watch
The brother molest the SP-1200, used to rhyme on calls
And acapella, now I'm doin' shows forever but I was always a good fella
You feel the wrath of the seven and a half in that ass
If you don't pass the microphone quick fast brothers been tryin'
To diss for years as long as I'm respected by my peers
And get cheers, who the fuck cares? Yeah, I'm weeded
But I'm undefeated, niggas is heated because I'm makin' a buck
Yup, I succeeded and ain't no time for no ego trippin' me
And my homies are all for one, one for all, so let's see who's flippin
And I'm still with the brother Show, whoever said that we broke up
They get the dick and you can tell it's so Showbiz
And AG and Black Sheep, we're in E.F.F.E.C.T.
You know how it goes, you know how we do it
You can't blow the spot 'cause we already blew it
You know how we do it, you know how it goes
It's me or my brother or me and my bros
You know how it goes, you know how we do it
You know how it sounds when a nigga gets into it
You know how we do it, you know how it goes
It's me and my brothers with the fabulous flows
Now who can it be, you wanna see who's flowin' next
From the boogie down Bronx with that nigga D, Showbiz and AG
My crew is mad deep, don't ever try to sleep or try to play me
You'll never be comp and your head will get stomped in
From fuckin' with the crew that's boogie down Bronx rompin'
Yo, the sugar dick is the man, and even the gap band
Made a song about how I'm 'outstandin', my favorite pastime
Is breakin' the bitch ass, niggas, that apparently mistakin' me
For a nigga that's butt but they all end up rip, so nigga
Pause, slow down, baby, back the fuck up, nigga, you must be crazy
The others tried to tell you, but you didn't heed the warning
Now you're gettin fucked up from late night to early morning
You wanna be but you can't see me 'cause I'm in E.F.F.E.C.T.
You know how it goes, you know how we do it
You can't blow the spot 'cause we already blew it
You know how we do it, you know how it goes
It's me or my brother or me and my bros
You know how it goes, you know how we do it
You know how it sounds when a nigga gets into it
You know how we do it, you know how it goes
It's me and my brothers with the fabulous flows
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, where have you been, where?
Black Sheep, everything you do is cashmere
Yeah, I travel upward, 'cause I come from down south
Just when you try to counter, my hook's in your mouth
You can't stop me, I do what I wanna, I know, you wanna
So yo, come on, I got skills for dills, give chills to mills
My style of wild is makin piles of dollar bills so flex
And it's time to crack necks, punks fuck around
And get a chest full or Gore-Tex, you don't know me
From silicone titties, I keep shit on lock, Aki got keys in cities
I rock it, my style's your money in my pocket, you jock it
And play yourself like Pee Wee, when you knock it off the wall
Like a hanger, I drop my slang, a nigga never figured
To be in your shit like a booty banger, jingle-jigga, nigga
Pass the endo 'cause you fuckin' with me's
Like you stickin' your dick out the window
You know how it goes, you know how we do it
You can't blow the spot 'cause we already blew it
You know how we do it, you know how it goes
It's me or my brother or me and my bros
You know how it goes, you know how we do it
You know how it sounds when a nigga gets into it
You know how we do it, you know how it goes
It's me and my brothers with the fabulous flows
Aiyo, check it, it's the Showbiz from the BX, know what I'm sayin'?
Showbiz and AG in effect, Black Sheep as we go on in the swing of things
'94 and beyond, know what I'm sayin'? Legion, name, one love records
In effect, check it out, yo, DITC, Showbiz signin' off, yo,
Van Damme
Let's see what kind of flavor I want
Do I want, vanilla?
Or do I want a taste of chocolate?
Hmm, I want something different
I want somethin' slammin
What's the slamminest flavor out this month, let's see
Yo black, hmm, what flavor are you?
Listen, for a second, I'm wreckin', I got ya double checkin'
Then again, when to you knees did you beckon
Hold me only if you wanna get naked
Play before a crowd only if you wanna wreck it
The name is Dres, like silk I get slick
Drop rhymes like a base head Bic flicks
Constantly, yes it's me, D R E S
So yes, I guess, unless, confess
You can get down, yo serious business, with this
I never boned a honey that I didn't like
I never saw a mile that I couldn't hike
I never had a spliff to make me choke
I never had a pocket that was broke
Hate no one but love only a few
Franklin, Grant and yeah, mom too
I run Buckwild for self or with the crew
But then again, huh I thought you knew
Now I hear the voice
Is it what you want?
I hope it is kid
You're the flavor of the month
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
Somebody said you had it goin' on
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
Hurry up and get a scoop before it's gone
So you got the fever for the flavor of the other
Chocolate, sasspirilla, or is it you like another
Flavor in my socks, to the curly locks
Black Sheep rollin' hard and knockin' peons out the box
Never have I ever never, ever felt much better
Did the whole nine, on the tenth I was no wetter
Ready and I'm eager, eager as a beaver
On the radio and good to go, says your receiver
Not to be the baddest or the oldest nor the wackest
Neither am I needest or the newest or the blackest
Just a brown fellow, who's not afraid of Jello
To the people of the world, I would like to say G'day
Had to wait a while, but the while has been waited
Never gave up hope, in myself, nor debated
Didn't shed a tear when I wasn't picked
'Cause I got a cone now, want a lick?
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
Somebody said you had it goin' on
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
Hurry up and get a scoop before it's gone
Now I catch a number, when before I caught a glare
Now I give a pound, when before I got a stare
Now I guess I kinda got it goin' on
I get a wake-up call on the lawn
I used to try and push a demo, now I have a Coupe
That's a bit more than a little, but then not quite a few
Funny how they find you, when they told you get lost
Tell me why you're grittin', when you have no dental floss
Wasn't my loss, thought you were the boss?
You never knew how much the Sherbert cost
Forget it, I never sweat it, your girl will give me play I'll wet it
It only happens just because you let it
Now everybody wants to play my phone
I see 'em with a spoon, I see 'em with a cone
You never knew I knew it, but I knew you would pursue it
Hurry up and get a scoop before it's gone
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
Somebody said you had it goin' on
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
I heard you got the fever for the flavor
Once again the Black Sheep are coming back at cha
And I am the fabulous Chi and we gonna do it
Some real freestyle stuff for all the ladies and gents
So check it out, y'all, kick it
It's time, time, time for the freaker to kick it through your speaker
For the B-boys and Jameekahs, contrary to popular
Sheep won't play the pop and if it comes to we
We won't tell it to stop, 'cause see, that's what we do
And I know for sure that I'm a razor sharp-witted black entrepreneur
Me, y'all, nicer than your mother on your birthday
Getting mad attention like the planet does on Earth Day
Speaking of which, ain't it a bitch of a lesson when they say
"You'll miss your youth" because I know you feel the stress when
Chaos, chaos, chaos is the headline that means we're
Near our deadline, so take your mind out of the fucking fed time
Listen to the brother Dres, I says if only our records sold in Brazil
Still, I sell all types of formats, s sound around that you heeded
When it's completed, you can't beat it, it's what you needed, hip-hop
Hip-hop, it's the cool type of sound that says the niggas won't stop
The noise, 'cause sometimes can spawn so much confusion
I wish, my people had the heart to start a revolution instead of picking
On lil' ol' we put your mind where your nine's at and shoot to be free
B, I'm like smooth soarer with the music out beyond me
And make moves with more strategal than the army
Freak freak, y'all, and it don't stop
It's Black Sheep on the street with sure shots
Freak freak, y'all, and it don't quit
We make moves to the grooves with smooth shit
Freak freak, y'all, said it don't stop
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'm all about peace, peace, peace in this nation
But if she played me in the womb, I give my mother complications
The nigga named Dres, I raps like a gangsta bitch bandanna
Peep the grammar, I appeal like banana pudding, I couldn't come
If I couldn't get it done, I might dine and dash, I don't rhyme and run
I make it better than mo', my style is wetter than hoes
Than blasting H2O in the fifties on Negroes
Still, brothers of today are out to get it done
Don't call us Bigger Thomas, we packs a bigger gun
The updated version of the glamorous life
Sees me, the nineties Negro that's got a black wife
Believe me, clenching on a bag and acting cheesy
Me settle with Edith, I'd rather chill with Weezy
Check it, I wreck it like a drunk driving wino
On a barbecue I'm getting crazy light like an albino
So follow the ceiling to the floor of the Apollo
Now swallow with Franklin, I'm catching lightning in a bottle
A phenomenon, whenever bombing I'm causing hysteria
I pick up the mic like the stage was the baggage claim area
Ticket, I kick it wickedly, I be Tiki tocking, clocking, ripping
All around your block, you're jocking the brother named Tiki
Better be known I freak it every time I speak on CD, vinyls, cassettes
And that's the technique I use, choose your choice and check it
I rips it on record, I wreck it when I rip it, the Sheep will resurrect it
For all neglected, we had to intervene, Black Sheep back on the scene
Freak freak, y'all, and it don't stop
It's Black Sheep on the street with sure shots
Freak freak, y'all, and it don't quit
We make moves to the grooves with smooth shit
Freak freak, y'all, said it don't stop
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, y'all, gotta work real damn hard
Catch wreck and bust my ass so you won't pull my card
Still so many try, I have to wonder, why they
Play with two fly brothers that they can't slay
I'm eager, anxious and I'm hungry to rip dubs like shrubs
Stressing every scrub in clubs across the country
Dres, I handle trauma like the plates in the vest
Drop a rhyme like a load shoots across a hooker's chest
Best believe I be no stranger to static word to Reby
My centipede be automatic so don't do it 'cause, baby
Hamburger won't help ya, if Dres gets ghetto life like wool blankets
Found in a shelter where niggas hairy like Chuck Norris
I gargle with Lavoris, make it clear on the chorus
Like I was Edgar Morris, yeah, I stomp for reason not for feeling
'Cause one man's flaws is another man's ceiling, now when
I was a child, I did things as a child but now that I'm a man
I bust your ass and get wild, my style from jump, nowhere near fear
Yeah, y'all talked this to that I held my head and persevered
'Cause now the live wire empire expands with grands of fans
Black Sheep by popular demand, so throw your hands in the air
And let 'em free fall and just freak freak, y'all
Now when you see me
It's me that you see
And when you see Lawnge
(B) Yo that's who he be
Never been one for frontin G
How'd we get so fly? Came naturally
Make it a point to sleep till midday
A job, a job? A-heh, okay?
When we do arise itis time for brunch
Ham and eggs, two pigs feet and Cap'n Crunch
When we get dressed
The 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 my friend
Yo driver pull over I need my midday Heineken
About, to put, no doubt, you wish
Clockin from a corner whle you're eating a k'nish
Maybe, another lifetime G
I hope to see that you're as fly as we
Are, not stars, but super as a
You know you wanna, come on, gimme the finga
I know ya wanna, you know ya wannathree times
The chorus repeats with the following changes on the last line
First time Gimme the finga --- Second time Pleeease
Got an accountant named Mel, a lawyer named Jay
My engineer Lyle who lives in studio A
My manager Chris keeps my pockets well fed
Got a honey for each box spring coil in my bed
My cribs all that without
Do I read books? (B) Naah, I read instructions too
Didnt'cha see when you window wish
Sippin on a soda to help wash the k'nish
I do what I want and I answer to who
(B) Noone, heh I thought you knew
My favorite meal is anything with meat
My favorite quote, 'Can I have a receipt?'
My favorite show is 'Who's the Boss'
And my favorite ho, is yours of course
And everyday is Saturday my friend
Go to sleep wake up
Yo! itts Saturday again
It's fly, gettin paid to do what you want
Don't believe me, (burrrp) see?
I know ya wanna, you know ya wannathree times
The chorus repeats with the following changes on the last line
First time Gimme the finga --- Second time Pleeease
Not that I like talking of the things that I posess
I know that some have more, while others do have less
It's just that I wanna say, I live a life in a day
Didntt have to wait till I was lonely old and gray
I simply put my foot forward in a direction
That's called a step then I follow with the next one
Kept on 3teppin, no matter what happened
Kept my eyes open, and kept hands clappin
Did what I had to do when I had to do it
Didn't wanna say (B) ho when I surely knew it
So, I persevered from the beginning
Now that I'm in Black Sheep out to win
So when you see me, stick it up G
No it's not a diss, it's makin me happy
Lettin me know that you did what you heard
Daring to say that societyts absurd
Let it be known that you gotta go for the
Gusto be ahead of hoes to the head ho
Don't let nobody tell you what you cannot be
Don't let nobody tell you what you cannot do
Enough of the tours, itis time to get yours
Otherwise I guess I have to give the finga, to you
I know ya wanna, you know ya wannathree times
The chorus repeats with the following changes on the last line
[Dres]
Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get over
Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little
Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please?
Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do these drops or what
Yeah, and it goes a little something like..
[Dres]
The freelance designer, yo, yo come on let's get this shit going
Dres, the impeccable nigga's on the mic and flowing
For those who made the purchase or came out on the streets
Black Sheep, bow your heads cause we're about to break beats
City lights shining with the ill timing
My glare everywhere, don't stare cause my shit's blinding
I think, I think niggas best not blink
Cause they stink and I'm looking at 'em pretty in pink
With a passion, I want to put a gash in your ego
Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn placebo
Black, you can't believe it, you gotta dry heave it
Fake niggas can't achieve it, fake bitches can't be-weave it
From the streets of New York to where I be on the ladder
Fatter, got your bitch saying "Baby, what's the matter?"
As a matter of fact, it's Dres the knuckle-dragger
With a fresh manicure so I got my cloak and dagger
I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true
My style's old skool like the new school review
I gets biz, on and on for days
And amaze with plays for non-gays, queens
Nah, fuck that! Queens, I ain't hushing
I'm crushing mafucks with a bumrush from Flushing
A member me, getting busy with GMC
Back when Rick was fresh and slick the nigga Doug E
Yeah, Tiki doing the freak, B
Backtrack a bit before the baby beat me
Got more peoples than any seen in the video clip
And we was getting life's desires from a strip
Hand-to-handler, and the gambler
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the scrambler
You too, a mafucking lyric in a song
Helping that philly blunt shit catch on
Popote light the bat, pass the shit to AZ
Pass the shit to Lord, yo, Lord give the shit to me
Yo, Wild pass the shit to Skip, Skip roll another
The brother light's about to flip
It's buckwild Bland with the horrifying team:
Homicide, Cess, Doctor Sharjean
My nigga Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR, Reese
Popo peace!
Born to KE and all my peoples that be
But foremost, the whole fucking Vargas family
We wrote the scripts and the times were fit
Original New York, New Jack City type shit
Now we still we make moves only to different grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as that this
[Chorus: Black Sheep]
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta get mine, yo, it's time to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I paid my respect, the cheque's in the mail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to exhale
[Mr Lawnge]
Back in the days of bullshit when I was a small guy
Taking the train home as I roamed but still I
Never had a clue of what I was going to do
To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too
Make the world jump, the girls hump, collect a lump
And make your speakers pump 'back on the scene
Crispy and clean' Yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for your next dream
Black Sheep is taking rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for more like a crack fiend
But now I stick with nothing but my own clique
I'm getting paid for what? Talking about my dick
It's my prerogative, sucker
Now you can tell your father that I'm the motherfucker
On the TV, no, you can't see me
Cause I'm on the DL, hiding from the industry
Niggas that be getting on my nerves
Trying to find the fucking beats that we preserve
See, I've been digging in the crates for a minute
Even my grandma's, believe I was up in it
Taking it, breaking it, trying it, flying it
I didn't have the money so, shit, I wasn't buying it
I had to take what I could get and be happy with
Not only records but clothes and food and shit
Niggas trying to get over on, niggas trying to get over on
Niggas trying to get over
That's why I stay refined, and never think about the other kind
Fake niggas trying to get mine
I had to hold my head despite what was being said
I used to wish that I had some lead
That I could buck off, but then I got my luck off
Away from Carolina, yo, I had to step the fuck off
[Mr Lawnge]
Yo! The Black Sheep has arisen here, oh dear
The cat's out the bag and it's the end of your career
Don't spit it out, let it persevere
I like to see my dick snot disappear
I got inch out the edge, Lawnge Don can't compare
So, ho, come here!
Now some say they get live but the Sugar Dick is live-er
In and out of any situation like MacGuyver
If it's not Boopie's then it's Lady Godiva's
When it comes to hitting ass I'm a striver
I'll use my dick to fight a war so there won't be no survivor
Call me the Nine Point Fiver!
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
If it's a God-given talent then take that shit back
Analyse the style, go home and re-write
I know you wanna be down, I know you wanna be like
ME! The Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge
If you think that you can play me, nah, you're dead wrong
Cause I write lines and wreck minds
Being that I'm the DJ I can flip at any time
I'll diss you on the rhyme, diss you on the cut
Have you on the dick so much there's no room for my nuts
Forget rapping, you nerds are herbs
Just get a job and ride my dick to work
Respect the Lawnge one cause fly shit I mail out
Yo, you got the wrong one if you think I'll sell out
Used to have a ho and I'm damn glad we fell out
I would keep on rapping but it's time to break the hell out
[Dres]
Yo bust it, I be a fly nigga as far as niggas go
I be a choice brother but only a brother would know
Chilling Eskimo as the general rule
If you can't say Dres, you can call me cool
Styles unlimited, you can't get with it
But you can get this if you straddled and it fitted
I wondered and I pondered if your family were Roman
Cause you're snuggly and you're cuddly, play me closely like a Trojan
Ah-ah, it busted, aww shit, don't act dumb
You opened your mouth, black, so yo here I come
It's a catastrophic state but let it begin
If my dick's on your minds then my balls are on your chin
Now here it's kind rough, so kids stay on your toes
If my balls or on your chin then pubic hair is up your nose
If pubic hair is up your nose then I suppose
I'm the nigga that gets and you're the nigga that blows
My style is immeasurable so put away your ruler
Think of the coolest kid you know, Dres is cooler
Smoother, slicker, quicker roll-flicker
Honey came bloody so I hit her in the shitter
Went to a first stone caster cum a master blaster
Tell you cause I know, black, get off the slim faster
I know you wanna emcee and be down with the rest
But stay on the head now cause that's what you do best
Your duck down sound compound no interest
Get down with the flock, motherfucker, invest
In the rhyming you're designing, I can see your shit climbing
To the bottom from the mid where it hid, bad timing?
What do you wanna know, I still gotta go
You're a tic out of tac but I'm busy getting doe
Move over just a bit for the sight taking flight
Still eager as the Beaver and I'm leading with my right
I'll coin one more then step, daggonit
[Mr Lawnge]
Ahh, shit! Get ready for the lyrical beat down
Go for your gat, nigga, you can catch a smack, clown
You think you get props, nope, you're in the wrong biz
Because the Sugar Dick Daddy Mr Lawnge is
Far from diesel but running shit like Eagle Beagle
I swing fast and kick ass like I was Steven Seagal
Sometimes I carry a glock and other times an eagle
And my dick's so damn big that shit should be illegal
Went from a fade to a 'fro to my bald cut
I run with real niggas now and the rest are butt
Your reign is over and you feel it deep within your gut
Now is the boogie down Bronx in the house or what?
When I strike I strike hard and you won't like that
And if I strike out my empire strikes back
My niggas who knock you, so I won't dock 'em, yo
I run deep as if my name was Jacque Cousteau
You're a petty punk, pussy nigga from PC
I'll pull your file, I'm buckwild like I'm from DC
You wanted a sequel not equal so here it comes
Now sit back as we run a train on your eardrums
[Chorus]
We boys! [x3]
We like here, yeah
[Molecules]
If it ain't rough it ain't nothing
Big man Cules raise up and then I start thumping
A nigga always into something, now back in the days
I used to sell the woolie-whoos when I was pumping
But now I'm bending mic stands and gripping mics
On some physical type of shit, the type of shit I like
The type of shit I like is this shit that my peoples' on
Molecules, Cee-Low, Smash, Dres and my nigga Lawnge
Now I kick the titles Black Sheep, the Legion
Yeah, you bitch ass niggas, we're coming to your precinct
I'm from the Bronx, I'm a gangster from the projects
Is where I live, peace to AG and Showbiz
Bounce around with G, Show, Dres and Lawnge
And the seven-thirty-five Is, yeah, we got it going on
We grown men, we're not fucking with toys
Like I said before, yo, we boys
[Chucky Smash]
Down with the Sheep, roll out the black carpet as we spark it
One, two, check it out, uh, right on target
Aim for the heart, yo, get ill cause we're real
(THE LEGION'S IN THE HOUSE!) You know the deal
You're damned if you do, you're damned if you don't
No matter what you want, you better not front
Cause I'm the nigga that's chilling, I seem kind of quiet
And if you even try it then get ready for a riot
One love, one land, how you win?
I owe you nothing because I'm down to the end
The Bronx is the borough, niggas crazy thorough
I'm looking at the Sheep and it's like looking in the mirror
Reflection, twenty-four/seven, representing
Hardcore connection, now listen, now listen
Chucky, I feel lucky, got shit caught in the smash
Peace to Barkley, Pinell and Boombash, aight?
Posse with the thickness as we kick this
Can I get a witness, down with Showbiz-ness
Whatever, take it the way it should be taken
Faking backs breaking, but makes no mistake
[Chorus]
[Cee-Low]
Round up, round up, round up, 1,2,3
On the down low it's only C double E
L-O, I flow, I flow, I'll let you know
When it's time to catch wreck I catch wreck like an old pro
You might have seen me in a video, heard it on the radio
Rolling with the Sheep, now here we go
One of us bigger, the other small, we never fall
A zigga-zigga, like I said before I love them all
Family affair, by the Legion I swear
To rip up mic stands and tracks to shreds and show no fear
One love with the bang, riding with the zootie
Watch your cutie cause I rap just like a doobie
You know the time and you don't need a watch
Just take a view so we can rock it on your block
It's shocking and tick-tocking all around with my flock
Even if the beat drops me and my crew will never stop
You don't know you better just come on and get with it
Hanging with my boys and we're kicking it
[Dres]
With no tricks the fix comes with dope fiend precision
I exercise and extinguish an emcee exhibition
I explode and expose, extreme my extent
I exist to expand, not excess but excellent
Strength to be the solo representative for the scene
I be the booming bashing, clocking crazy cash yet come from Queens
Fly like Marvel, addictive like Genesis
And if it was a comic, kid, I'd be your arch-nemesis
Blowing up the spot every time that I show up
Grow up before you get toe from the flo' up
Old skool like elementary, Watson
I rocks on, I mocks none and you can't take my spot, son
The one hands above all the shit stains
So hit yourself in the ass, bitch, and give yourself some brains
Here for the record, for the log, for the scope
You can keep your props cause I don't want 'em no mo'
You can't kill my flow, now you know, no denying
That nigga Dres is def, ah hell, he's death-defying
No lying, been dummy since I well a fed me goya
Yo, I'm just nice like Just Ice rocked Latoya
Here to drop a hammer, make you hop to hip grammar
Hot damn, I rock a rugged rhyme from the corner of the slammer
Black Sheep, fab where fam be
Cause I love you and you love me, yeah
Black Sheep in your house, party people you remember
The two that served your whole crew like the bartender
It's dynamic D, don't you panic 'cause we won't stop
Until hip-hop, is all it could be, now
You can't checks it when I flex it, yo I wreck
You're turning me off like a naked anorexic
I gets jazzy baby, if you're blastin maybe you can
See me and Mista Lawnge to drop the flavor loops like Toucan
It's the genuine, nine and then some
Rolling with the Sheep but yo we all can't come
Because the part be on that old strict clientele
Dissing more people at the door than Jessica and Miguel
Now if you're peeps of the Sheep then we'll let you in
But if you didn't buy my album then you're not my friend
I recommend you step back to the end
And watch me catch wreck like fat people breakin' wind
Black Sheep, we're mighty like Isis
My man, I slam nice, yes more fly than Shazam I am
Dre's, D R E S, roar without a floor
I pound clowns who walk on sound for encores
Me and my man since eighty-three, makin' this fast buck
Act up and get broken when I'm open like a Mack truck
Slammin' ya on camera like Gamera it's iller
'Cause you never knew the Sheep could catch wreck like Godzilla
Yo, I can do it
(Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?)
Ain't nuttin' to it
(Can you make the people wanna scream and shout?)
Yeah, I can do it
(Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?)
Yo we can turn this party out
(Yeah, without a doubt)
Yo, I can do it
(Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?)
Ain't nuttin' to it
(Can you make the people wanna scream and shout?)
Yeah, I can do it
(Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?)
Yo we can turn this party out
(Yeah, without a doubt)
Black Sheep, the definition by now you should've known
It means wherever we rock the spot gets blown
So when you see is on a flyer, it should be your desire
To witness more wreck than a West coast fire
So be prepared to bounce, jump around and all that
You don't have to ask Jack, you know where the party's at
It's uptown in the Boogie Down, so don't sleep
On that Non Fiction hit by Black Sheep
Be the B B L L L L A C K
S H, double E P and comin' your way with A
Dope styles B you can't compare
C D, come move your ass like you're sittin in my chair
We glow like incense, intense like suspense
Commence to rip the party, people love nonsense
I put the art in party with my padre, word to madre
I love deeper than that lady Sade
Black Sheep, rips and represents, believe we do
Have more crews than in the days of L.Q.
Now let me tell you, what other suckers failed to
We open more doors than a carpenter puts nails through
I wish your 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 flow and party 'til it's time to go
Yo, I can do it
(Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?)
Ain't nuttin' to it
(Can you make the people wanna scream and shout?)
Yeah, I can do it
(Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?)
Yo we can turn this party out
(Yeah, without a doubt)
Yo, I can do it
(Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?)
Ain't nuttin' to it
(Can you make the people wanna scream and shout?)
Yeah, I can do it
(Can you do it? Can you turn the party out?)
Yo we can turn this party out
(Yeah, without a doubt)
Now to the peeps in the back, if you're not the wack, say
(Don't stop with the body rock)
Now all the people in the front, if you're ready to bump, say
(Don't stop with the body rock)
Now in the middle, we jangle jingle, it ain't no riddle, say
(Don't stop with the body rock)
Now to the people on the side, if you're black with pride, say
[Mr. Lawnge]
Yo! This is a crazy shout out to that nigga MC Hammer
We all know he went out and got a new style
So we went out and got him a new asshole, you know what I'm saying?
Cause we making examples out of bitch niggas for '94
Word up, Black Sheep ain't hearing it no more
Now listen Hammer, I could slam ya with grammar you bama
Diss you on camera, but then again goddamn I'd be
Committing a crime and also wasting my time
Yo that shit be worse than trying to battle rhyme a pantomime
You can't say shit but dance and look like a dick
Save it for your hair cause your rhymes ain't slick, bitch
Come on now clown, you ain't down
If we were having sex in a circle, you still couldn't fuck around
You got some shit on your chest, what are you, nuts?
Or could it be that you've been eating too many chicken butts?
You popcorn ass rapper, oh, exqueeze me
You admitted you couldn't rhyme when you dropped the MC
Of your name, I laughed at your fame the minute you came
And now you're like your racehorse, dead last, you're mad lame
But now I got you like Wanda, I rock your world
And have you pulling on my nuts like a fucking squirrel
Begging me please, Lawnge stop tandering
But it's too late, goddamn I can't stand you man
That's why I'm up in your ass like a parasite
For me to battle you, that's like you in the Tyson fight
No wins, you know you have no friends
Because the mic separates the boys from the mens, Hammer
Have arrangements made, man eject respect
I put your name down, fuck card, I pulled your deck
Like Wu-Tang said, you'd best protect your neck
Or get wrecked, and you can bet your endorsement check
So reneg nigga, you'd better repent
And yo you couldn't look hard if Karl Kani gave you cement
Instead of his clothes to rock in your videos
Nigga you couldn't beat your dick as far as beef goes
Hammer, you say you're coming from Oaktown and that's fine
So nigga take your ass back like your hairline
In any battle you don't want to get stuck with me
If I was your bitch you still couldn't fuck me, bitch
[Dres]
No Stanley, no Stanley
I don't give a fuck who you are or who your man be
Huh, I'll snatch your capital without a 357, dig
No class nigga, I'll kick your ass for two bit
What are you stupid, troopid, couldn't be you if this was Balley
Nigga, I'll park you quick and faster than your valet
Hurt me, Stanley? You'd better hope for better days
Chasing my balls like I was the fucking Oakland A's
Nigga quit like your staff or feel the wrath
Your punk ass couldn't bust a bubble in a bath
Huh, I get this right, now you's a racketeer?
But nigga you've been ??? you ain't a mackateer
Ha, ho, no flow, so nigga won't you quit
Shoot heroin on the toilet and still not drop dope shit
Huh, it's all deception, I got your number mister
You bought helicopters for the cops and tried to play my sister
Ass out, your style is about as fly as Piedmont
And yo stop claiming Oakland when you're stroking 'em from Friedmont
In the dictionary under "sellout" that's where you'll be
So roll with Audi for a fucking catastrophe
You teenie weenie wearing geanie to bikini
Couldn't see me if gazelles came in motherfucking 3-D
This is for the Hammer, you bama
I'll bust your ass in Alabama, Savanna, Montana, Havana
Goddamn, my often Lifestyles fuck you
I bust you keep the pistol cause no one would fucking miss you
You suck! I don't give a fuck who does or writes the track
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
Really doe, really doe, you's a really silly ho
To think that you could fuck with me then step to my bro
No, I don't think so, nor do I drink, so
That seems to me to be the reaction of a stank ho
How could you play yourself when I thought so much about you?
So now the sugar dick daddy's got to do without you
I guess I'll proceed to the next
I'm going to miss your eyes, your smile and, of course, the sex
From the very first day I met you, I didn't think I'd get you
That's why I didn't sweat you
I knew there was another because I saw you with him
Still you turned around, winked your eye and gave me rhythm
I said, "Oh shit, it's time to get with it"
Pulled out my blade and your man's neck split
I grabbed you by the hand, he didn't understand
But I stepped off the scene just knowing I was the man
We enjoyed the date, also the night
Then I said to myself, "Self, something ain't right"
Excuse me, miss, can you tell me what's the twist
It seems to be you're too promiscuous
She was wookin' pa nub in all the wrong faces
Wookin' pa nub in all the wrong places
Man, I didn't know what to think of you
When I found out you ran through my whole damn crew
Molecules, Cee-Low and Chucky Smash
Showbiz, AG and the whole Boombash
You hit them all off, it wasn't just me
And then I heard you boned Chi-Ali, damn
I said, "Oh no, ho, you gots to go
But take my number though 'cause, yo, you never know"
See the way Mr Lawnge likes to play them
I only like to lay them around five a.m
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
Now, when I first saw ya I tried to ignore ya
'Cause niggas was playing you closer than rice and goya
Face like Halle, ass like Angina
Feet like Pebbles and cook like Aunt Jemima
Plus I hear that she's quick to bring a nigga to the brink
Beaver? Nah, believe her shit's all mink
She played the party scene like she had a death wish
And niggas crazy sweated her like she wrote the guest list
Out of sight, me and my peeps are getting solar
She walked by, I reached out and said, "Yo, nola"
"That's not my name", I said, "I know, but anyway
Honey, take this number you can call me any day"
Quicksand, I didn't understand that she's a fan
Rather that honey wants more props than a kickstand
She'd told her friends what I told mine here
"I'mma knock that ass in due time, hear?"
She called the next day and I'm like, "What's your occupation?"
The method in my madness was the same of operation
She was a po' ho, a hobo, a part-time boho so
Yo, for the ring, she's giving low blows
Schematic peeped, she came by to let me hammer her
She's looking right, damn, I should've hid the camera
She hit me off but, yo, it's my word
She got dropped by the first, picked up by the third
I lay down sleepy, that shit was crazy creepy
Rrring! I pick it up, this nigga's like, "Somebody beep me?"
I'm feeling cheated, the shit shall never be repeated
Before I get defeated, yo, I'll beat it
'Cause I use steel-plated latex lately
And when they say 'downtown', yo, I stop at 42nd Street
'Cause to get laid many prices are paid
And I'm so 'noid I don't want a band-aid
I try to stay aware of the drama, it's crazy
Plus, see I got to tell your mama that I'm swayze
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
Cheers to the gigolos and the hoes
About to open up your nose 'cause that's the way my love flows
To every man that said he'll never get up in it
If I said that you could win it you'd be at my house in five minutes
The sugar's so sweet and if I let you get me in between the sheets
It's my beat, I'm telling you again and again
I don't get nasty with the men like I get nasty with the pen
People like to call girls that like men with money trash
But you's an ass if you don't like a nigga with cash
I don't really care, I like the big bucks
So if I gotta be trash, yo, fucking call a garbage truck
Love don't have a price but you gotta know the deal
I'm a tell it like it is 'cause I like to keep it real
When a man's broke he's got his hand on the trigger
But if his pockets got figures he ain't sweating the next nigga
I like a nigga that rolls strong, when I'm in the studio
Making songs, he's out making the pockets long
So peace to the niggas with wealth, niggas that go for self
Yo motherfucker
What the fuck you lookin at?
Yo, get out my motherfuckin face right now
Yo man, trip this
I was out on the ave man
This nigga lookin at me wrong
So I pulled out my motherfuckin nine
And I SMOKED HIS ASS
Woke up, didn't choke up
Saw my AK, it was broke up
Put it together like a jigsaw
Got my nine, and my Rambo knife off the floor
Went to the bathroom, and beat the rush
Yo, who the fuck used my toothbrush?
Went to my sister's room, yo bitch, wake up
You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut
Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh
Kick her in the pussy and punched her in the eye
Slapped her in the head, stepped on her corns
Don't fuck with mine bitch, word is born
Went downstairs to eat wit my folks
Ma, you broke my fuckin egg yoke!
Punch her in the chest, cut on her cheek
Then I did a sweep, knocked the bitch off her feet
Knee to the pussy, kick to the skull
AK yo I shot the bitch in the temple
Pops got mad cause mom got licked
I didn't give a fuck so I shot him in the dick
Hungry as fuck, said my grace
Pop kept screamin so I shot him in the face
Ate my food, found my coat
Mailman came so I cut his motherfuckin throat
Waitin for the motherfuckin school bus!!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Dres, yo Dres
Wake up man, wake up
What's wrong with you man
Yo, I had a horrible, fuckin dream man
What the fuck was the dream about G?
We take for granted, that the trees are green
We take for granted, that the air is clean
We take for granted, that there's water to drink
We should take some time, some time to think.
We take for granted, that there's food to eat
We take for granted, last night we had a restful sleep
We take for granted, there's a cure for most disease
We should take some time, some time to think.
Think about where we're going,
Where we're comin from...
Think about what we're gonna do
With this time we have in between.
We take for granted, that most ...
We take for granted, all the blessings right before our eyes
We take for granted, all the freedom most men never realize
We should take some time, some time to think
We should take some time, some time to think
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
Nah, more like Prince so I could pull all the honeys
Well a brother like Chi Ali is pulling all the honey's anyway
But still, it would be nice
What's going 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 nah 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 sometime
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 but 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?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool
What's going 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
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool
What's going on hon? You say you're out for fun
I got a pocket full of posies you say I got a gun
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 getting over
And over and over and over and over again
Now tell me are you gonna let me in?
For it's getting hot what I have have not
Give me a second thought
I have a mansion and a yacht
A caddy for my daddy something' new for mom too
A coat for Mista Lawnge and some hookers for the crew
Honey don't get mad you know my love is greater
But, I'll dig you later
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?
Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool
I can dig it, I can dig it, I can dig it
[Dres]
This is Dres
The Suga Dick Daddy Mistah Lawnge and myself make up
this crew called Black Sheep
Now uh, I knows a lot of hoes
And being that I knows a lot of hoes I get asked a lot of times
Dres, whats up with you and all those hoes?
Well check it
Let me put you down, up on a riddle
I'm the type of brother that is swinging with a fiddle
Out to get a lot because I never like a little
Which is why I ban a dip that claims she's in the middle
Met a honey riding on the trolly
Looking kinda Dolby said that I could call her Molly
Said she had a lover that went by the name of Polly
As she kicked it, I thought that I should dolly
She said Polly want a cracker but the dip is not desired
Cracker got a honey though she's about to be fired
He wants to get Anna better yet he wants to bone her
Anna's got a man though and I don't think he would loan her
I said honey honey I said it slow
Coming is my stop and I really have to go
Not to cut you short or to interrupt your flow but uh
Whats up with the mojo?
She gave a big grin, I knew that she was with it
We stepped off and we Niked (huh?) We just did it
Boots were kind of fly yeah I like the way they fitted
Honey was the woman and to her I did admit it
Lathered up the nuts and I changed my shoes
Took off the browns and put on the blues
Sweetie I'm the paper called the Daily News
And today's headline reads: here you can't snooze
After she was dressed we both broke out
Said she had to go and see a brother with clout
She said I'm hungry, hungry no doubt
Uh lemme get a hot dog with extra sauerkraut
She stepped to the left I stepped hard to the right
"Can you spare a quarter?" Yo black go fly a kite
Gave a little bark but he wouldn't dare bite
For that would be the end of his night
Walk the city streets wonder who I'll see
There goes Mistah Lawnge and my man Peewee
Look upon their faces coincides with glee
What's up Dres yo what's up P
What's up with the skins said I just got deep
Did it cost a lot, naw the boost were cheap
Costed me some time and a little bit of sleep
A fresh jimmy hat and some kosher meat
Guess I got their goose to their toes they rose
My man Peewee broke out but Lawnge stood in a pose
Lookin at some kids going by in afros
Then pulled out a book entitled "Hoes I Knows"
Dres: Listen, Mistah Lawnge
Lawnge: What's up
Ders: Being that a brother such as yourself knows so
many hoes
why don't you tell me
Whats your particular favorite ho?
Lawnge: Well I like sexual chocolate hoes
Milky hoes, goya hoes, pork fried rice hoes
Red light special hoes
And my favorite? Mmmm triple H
[Dres]
Love a black sheep ho cause she's down to swing
Goya hoes are fly but they wear anything
Triple H is silky but it seems to me
That a milky ho believes she's invented - (poonani)
Similak hoes bring an instant erection
And them red light special hoes hold the fly complexion
Sexual chocolate hoes are like a game of bridge
And pork fried hoes, don't even speak the language
All in all I love them when the time is right
Only ho I hate is ho a la strobelight
Then again I know when it's late at night
I never say never cause I know I just might
Certain kind of heads that my dip can't see
Baby Chris, Pause, Red Tip and Big Ali
Afrikaa, Lawnge and soon a kid named Chi
How do my hoes look? (Just call me choosy)
Honeys hear that word and they say van damn
Not to cause offense even though I know I am
Take it in stride, you survived the Son of Sam
It's a Black Sheep thing who gives a fuck if you don't understand
-Sexual chocolate hoes (You knows about sexual
chocolate hoes?) I knows about sexual chocolate hoes, I knows
-Milky
-Milky hoes
-Do you know about pork fried rice hoes?
-Oh, damn gimme some
-What about mothafuckin goya hoes?
-Wooh!
-You heard about them red light (red red red) red light special hoes
-Red what the, what the fuck is that boy?
-You seen the dot I seen the dot, I seen it a lot
-They only get that dot once a month though, right?
-Once a month
-What about motherfuckin triple H
-Triple H? (triple H) Them half and half hoes?
-Half and half hoes!
-Van damn I know them hoes (big asses)
-Damn (I know them I know them)
-What about motherfuckin ah, what we got here
-Black sheep hoes
-What the fuck is a black sheep ho?
[various hardheads and one leader of the crew confront Dres]
[The hardheads]
Yo, what's up? What's up? Yo, That's that kid from Black Sheep
Word G, shit. What's up? What's up man? What's up? Let's do this
[Leader]
What's up? Yo man, why don't you be kicking some records about
you know, theDres laughing] Yeah yeah
[I.B.:] Interview Bitch
[B.S.:] When I'm not sure who's talking, or Dres and Lawnge both are
[M.L.:] Mista Lawnge
[Dres:] Who else?
[Yo-Yo:] "Don't try to play me out, don't try to play me out."
[I.B.:] Hello. We are the hosts of L.A.S.M. association, Ladies Against
Sexist Motherfuckers. And today our guests are Black Sheep.
You both are from New York right?
[B.S.:] Ah. That's true. New York. That's true. Yo.
[I.B.:] You supposedly met in North Carolina?
[B.S.:] Yea, yea, yea. North Carolina. Yea. Uh huh. Yea, yea.
[I.B.:] So what's the difference between the lifestyles you lead in New York and North Carolina?
[B.S.:] Trees and building. Trees and buildings.
[Dres:] Basically, look, there was tractors, rakes, and hoes down there.
Up here we just got the hoes. You know what I'm saying.
[B.S.:] Tractors and rakes.
[I.B.:] Dres, you seem to have a conceited personality. Do you?
[Dres:] Next question please.
[I.B.:] Ah. Wow. In your album you disrespect women by calling us hoes.
Why is that?
[Dres:] Listen, listen, listen. Honey, ho is merely short for honey.
Dig? Hoe is short for honey. We just got lazy and dropped
the -ney.
[B.S.:] Right. Like when you drop to you knees. Right, right.
[I.B.:] Wait a minute. Do you call you mother, or sister, or your grandmother a ho? (Go ahead girl)
[M.L.:] Basically I do. They half hoes. You know what I'm saying.
That's my point.
[I.B.:] Mista Lawnge, what do you mean by this nine point five thing?
[M.L.:] Could we talk about that some other time.
[I.B.:] But the people want to know.
[M.L.:] Not right now.
[I.B.:] But, but.
[M.L.:] Look, I said later man.
[I.B.:] I can dig it.
[M.L.:] I'll bet she can... ho knows all of my business.
[I.B.:] Hold up, hold up. All professionalism aside, motherfucker, where do you come off thinking you're God's gift to the world? It is dogs like you that make men look so bad.
[B.S.:] He, he, he.
[I.B.:] Do you really think this bullshit is going to sell?
[beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep]
[M.L.:] Well listen it's like this. Ah, I am a very important man. Right. And as you can tell. It doesn't really matter because, as long as I'm up in somebody busting somebodies gills. Right.
[I.B.:] Look I've had enough of your egotistical, chauvinistic, pimp daddy, immature, couldn't get a real woman even if you want to attitude.
[Dres:] Honey. Listen. Honey, check this out.
[I.B.:] That's it. I can't take it any more.
[Dres:] Honey. Listen. Honey. Listen.
[I.B.:] This is the end of this interview. Later.
[B.S.:] Come on.
[I.B.:] I said later man.
[B.S.:] He can dig it.
I like them niggers. I like them niggers. I like them niggers.
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It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was the mess, got a men and then I had friend
So now I'm snatching pocket books with Sean Wilkinson
‘Get that money, lil nigga' that's what they told me
I never sweated props cause like my pops they couldn't hold me
Until he found shorty's got it going on, rolling on
Who told? Damn, bendecion..
The Bland man, and my pop don't give a damn
The day I played with matches, took the stove to my hand
Hot temperature! He told me the players' version
The ego in submersion for the end of week excursion
Until I'm back, back on the scene
Like a ball on the green, giving strokes with my team
And despite the commentary pop told me, I'm lowly
And moms change-bank can't hold me, so
She don't scold me, she just grabs the belt
Knuckle the buckle, tells me all about the pain she felt
At the precinct when a pre-teen was spotted at the scene
Came up with the green, not a cop could intervene
[Mother]
Listen here, you little motherfucker
You ain't going to fuck with me
Got me coming to this damn precinct
Dammit, I'm a kick your motherfucking ass
Shit! You ain't going to drive me crazy
Now, happens Tori met Tom not too long ago
He was a nigga,, yo, he said he had the flow though
He loved a bro, I know I didn't see you grow
To a TV show cause the nigga said we all could go
So I'm up and out of the ghetto, son of a gold miner
City-slicking Carolinian standing out like Ming china
A golden bull at heart though I moved around
The balls bounced to the bottom, settled at a small town
‘Hey, boy! What's your name?!' First day, first fight
I'm out of New York and, boy, it don't sit right if you're white
Light were my steps from there
Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare
Cause the next year it was me and Ef on the furlough
We were the only Queens kids but there were other boroughs
With Rockwell, D-Ski, Ron Duke and Freddie
New York was represented like we danced for Rock Steady
Stan had tables and mics, every brother nice
Not only could we rip and rhyme but backspin and slice
With Paris and Foxy and Christina P's bust
You know them loud, raunchy, trouble-making niggas? That was us
A menace yet still I played tennis, ain't that cruddy
Advanced with the Reeboks, they called them ‘cut buddies'
I hung with one, only one younger brother
Shorty Doo-Wop could cut and scratch up any other
Bigger than his size, was barely five feet
In ‘83 broke beats that today rock streets
With no one to grade it, still never debated
Some saw and hated but they never contemplated
It was the wild child with foul styles, pal but not foul
A dis was never okay unless it came before corral
Pals of mine, peoples though were down
I graduate next week and, yo, next week I'm NY bound
Seven days from that one I'm leaving love that weighs a ton
I'm going to miss you niggas, yo, that rapping shit was crazy fun
But I'm leaving on the next bus
I've got your numbers and we'll keep in touch, I trust
Gliding, riding back to my domain
For love and money, fuck fame, my life will never be the same
As the next man's words, can you dig it?
I say I got a scheme, a-yo, I gots you figured
[Corner]
Yo, wassup, wassup. Is money out here?
Yo, I just got a call from that nigga Tiki
Remember that nigga Tiki?
He on his way from down South
My real pops was a pusher, when we left he had a section
So I keep it in the family, or at least I make connection
With the prime figures for affiliated support
In my purchase of cargo in the import and export
Flushing, Queens: back when junkies was the fiends
My childhood friends held buddha, had babies in dreams
I took pops off my shit list cause he had the fitness
To help Tiki get his, what the fuck, pop? Jehovah witness
What the fuck, pop? What's with the fizz-plop
I'm like, I can't put him down but the shit don't stop
Worked at a law firm, for lack of fear
I wrote a resume, spending words like a millionaire
>From there to the bank, see the bank's down the block
So now I'm close to home, I clock, I plot
With Popote, he's my cousin and a wily one
Though the kid was younger, quick like thunder
With the heart to put you under
Props even, the shit can't fail
I saw Reese, bagged with Pote and made a sale
[Co-Dee]
Go ahead, get that money
Get that money!
I ain't going to let nobody see you
I got your back, baby, I got your back
You want five? You only got two
On one late night, I had made a nice amount
More than two weeks pay, playing with the new accounts
So I rose like a petal, fuck pops, I run with thugs
Levis, Tims, hoodie, coat, skully, drugs
Fatigues before they were the fashion
Pockets with work and others with cash in
Thought I was cool with tools and mad trap
My pops was like “read this” but I was like fuck that
So I jingle-jangled, clocked at every angle
Tiki's getting paid and his crew's star-spangled
And everyday, all day/night, yo, whatever
Niggas on the strip in sub-zero weather
Back before the first generation of fiends
My team was sheer cream, keeping dollar bills green
Fashion, Calvin cooler, playing Rick the Ruler
And I can't front on nobody cause I pulled on a woolah
Back in '86 first, foremost and final
Rhyming on the corner, all I want to be's on vinyl
I bum rush and boom bash, not even for merit
Bounce out to see Reg and Joe down on Merrick
But mostly it's the strip that I played like a cock
On the block until the day I got knocked
Intro: Dres
Crumbs to the floor
Bums off the wall
Stage lamb they're sure I hate ya all
like a real brawl
One to the two, two to the R
E to S-E baby pall
Doin my thing with my peeps
Verse One: Dres
I bounce around the city like I was a personal check, see
I'm only runnin with niggaz catchin, dayroom wreck B
Keepin it real with appeal I gets filthy like I'm dirty
Straight up and down you'll say that them the niggaz seven thirty
What nah, bumba claat babble like you got to say
Neither one no got jack, then me not come to play
So move it away I say before you can't move it away
Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, aiyyyy!
Iiiii, oweee, who? You so
I'm rockin it on the regular I pick it up like a fro
and your radio's fly when the Sheep's on the dial
YOu flaunt it and freak it and flip it, freely with style
On top of the pile, funky laundry, for Ron G
Crazy shout out to papi pop, and Kanji
Keepin it tight making it right since I left
Though it was never wrong, don't hate me cause I'm def
I'm just
Chorus: Emage
Bubblin brown sugar -- repeat 4X
Verse Two: Dres
Plop, plop... fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is
To be the epitome of an MC, gettin biz-E
after R, R after D
S at the end yes y'all it's me
No need to doubt it, New York's got my loyalty
Boogie down astoundin sound representin royalty
Oop-a-daisy maybe, opps-a-daisy
Boots upside the head of niggaz who played D
Emblamin like fluid I'm keepin bullets like you threw it
Tip-top, hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shit
The brown bubblin down to rip it on the double
and it's been three joints everybody thinks we"re smugglin
Ahem ahem, yeash well you know me
I put dope inside your vinyls, cassettes, and CD's
A shoe-in when I kick it in the Bronx like Danny Branko
My flows dodge trucks when I pickup like a Bronco
Chorus
Verse Three: Dres
Yo, I save the drama for my mama comma for your comedy
With a condom for your momma when she's up on top of me
I call it jealousy and you can call me hoe
Cause I was hittin bahbazahsn that you're never gonna know
Alls well, that ends well, here's to welfare
And friends that confront, and lovers that care
I get down Uptown from dawn to dusk B
Takin the whoopin streets like I was Billy McCluskie
Fuck retro, nineties in Harlem you'll get wet bro
Get low, or you might need assistance from your head hoe
Dolo wreakin havoc on your phono the igniter
I'm smokin cheeba sonny, I run with street fighters
And I'm not hearin your noise fearin your boys playin with toys
I'm crashin with a passion trashin and smashin decoys
Bright lights in action, yours you'll beg my pardon
[Verse 1]
Now, I was told to never bite off more then I could chew
But then you better bite enough for if you don't, my boy, you're blue
Now I wonder, can others see the system that I see
Or do they see and say they blame it on society?
The days of smart enough come to over, just say thousands
And as I live and learn because there's always someone mouthing
Speaking on an issue, praise you or they diss you
Lawnge as strong, they fly by me like Scott tissue
My people, from nigger to negro to man or color,
killed my father and my brother so that you could rape my mother
Now you wonder, why is it through instinct you fear
Wouldn't dare me to stare, one for yourself, you're out of here
Not to worry, to harm your intention of my creed
But to stop your greed and give me what I need
Opportunity, for a life of me
And generations to come with in tranquility
Now harmony, is a total love of things
For those who are inclined or better yet like to sing
But piece of mind it is my right for the spark will ignite
'Till I can catch a cab at the town at midnight
'Till I can be myself and not be thought as worse
'Till I can buy a slice from Howard Beach to the Hearse
'Till I can get the pill without fear of eject
And occupations which I seek I can have if I select
Now if I so select and reach out to make touch
How can you say that I ask for too much?
[Chorus]
Don't speak to me if good times are granted 'till I be
Don't tell me of the countries or the hours that you seek
Don't tell me to keep trying, you know I won't agree
Double negative means positively black with N.V.
[Verse 2]
As a player of the game, of the lifetime game I am playing
I bet you're nodding, shake your head to what I am saying
It's keep then but those of men color of skin could even begin to wonder
What is it to ponder to let another bother
Listen, stay open not dismissing
Lack of vision makes division product no ambition
Wishes which you wish upon which for more you wishes
If I wish not to record steady now then I wash dishes
Wish while I wash, the water hot gets colder
Black I'm saying that in fact the dish gets clean and I get older
Seemly so, the dishes will grow to dishes far beyond me
Lost my wish and broke a dish so now I'm wishy washy
Understand foundation, create my own creation
If dumb and pumping jump, then get no ovation
But only restriction, boom penes a lot of friction
I then wash a dish with out pay. Boom! N.W.A
Think I'm lying? Black I'm crying, so the tear would turn to crystal
Crystals forming on my dishes so I wash until dismissal
Wash until my prints are wrinkled then they let me go
I know not where I'm going so I know not where I go
My people give me money, but the money much too low
For me to meet the match of present day so I still need some dough
Conjure up a suit, I wish that it were cute
Borrow a token and a smoking I begin a wish less hope
Intervening, application leads me on onto frustration
And duration of my time is spent with lack of occupation
Time to go for what I know. I know not of what I wish
but of soap and a towel and some water and a dish
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
But lay o.k. 'cause you can get the play
I pick your style, your smile shown bright about a mile away
But anyway, another day, in the land of shove
Just living in the life of who?
A black man on a green land with a blue skyline
Don't tell me I'm color blind
I'm seeing system is hard to believe in
Underneath the underside I'm underachieving
Bust my ass in school, to be a certified fool
Now intellect of curb is my only tool
But street game is so uncouth
I took the SAT's and that's the sad-ass truth
I'm not gliding but I'm striving hanging on by a thread and it's called surviving
Hang on, hang on, hang you'all
Walk the street and keep you head so tall
For time is short, no time is bought
You're only in the wrong if you get caught
So kick in doors, bang on walls, shout in halls
Get yours. Get yours.
Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin'
You know what I'm sayin'
With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine
And Jack whose names is Joe
Check it, check it, check it, yo, c'mon
I been around, I been around
I been around town
And sounds, you know I'm down
That many cannot get down but not me
We kick it all day and night, see
Although, you know in a minute
Right now, you know not who I be
So, I kick it for a second, yes, I kick it for a sec
Get wreck and double check, got to play with your select
Name is Dres, D R E S, yes, I guess that it is
Ya gotta bag of Buddha, we'll smoke sess
I'm the type of brother that the girls always select
It's not because they're out to come
It's 'cause they're out to come correct
I talk about a ho because a ho I know
And if you do the honey Tea
Then I guess, too you would talk so
Play me not, if my phone book is bigger
Don't get hot 'cause I clock the fat figure
Told ya I'm a singa, got my finga on the trigga
'Cause everybody hates the fly nigga
Play me not close if your jean is made of plastic
If you're best to play it down then you should walk faster
Don't give me a pound if your horse not in your hand
Play me out never 'cause I came to understand
Do it to for a minute, I do for me too
Push me up and I'll pull myself through
Watch my back and I'll watch my front
Got what I want, c-ya hate to be ya
Got a nie, got a shorty, got a catch twenty two
I'm damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do
Fightin' over cities how they're fightin' on my block
Over there is liberation, over here is for a rock
No, not pop rock, no, not pop rock, do do do after shock
Some will fort fly gear, while others are suckin'
A game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin'
But one thing I learned, yo, roll and take it
Verse One: Dres
Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep?
Don't know who I am, or when I'm coming so you sleep
Wasn't in my room, wasn't in my sphere
Knew not who I was, but listen here
Dres, D-R-E-S, yes I get suckers start
If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here one apart
Back, Middle, to the front, don't front
Wanna a good time, gonna give you what you want
Can I hear a hey? [Hey!]
Now get a yo! [Yo!]
You gotta hay? [Huh!]
It's for the hoes [Oh!]
The styling is creative, Black Sheep of the Native
Can't be violated, or even decepticated
I got brothers in the Jungle, cousins on the Quest
Deaf retarded uncles, in parties were they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW
Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers
Then of course, the choice is yours
Chorus
You can get with this, or you can get with that [repeat 3X]
I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at
[repeat both lines 2X]
Verse Two
Where's the Black Sheep, here's the Black Sheep
Even if we wanted to the flock could not be weak
Watch me swing like this, why should I swing it like that,
Because in fact, on me it might not attract
Therefore I ignore, do as I feel inside
I live with me, I've got my back tonight
Ya know what I'm saying, yo Black, I'm not playing
Need to go with this, or go with that with no delaying
See, in actuality, one be can it be,
I made it look easy, because it is to me
Any time capacity was filled, try to rock it
Any time a honey gave us play, tried to knock it
Never was fool, so we finished school
Never see us sweat, and you'll never see us drool
Out to rock the globe while it's still here to rock
Don't punch girls, and we don't punch a clock
Gotta go, gotta go, see you later by the cat
And you can't beat that with a bat
Chorus
Verse Three
Now you can get this, or you can get with that
I think you'll get with this yes, for this is kinda fat
If you get with that, then you will surly miss,
Because that is so wack, I think you'll get with this
For in the day in my life, or rather the life of my days
Never sweat the chaos, for Black Sheep has ways
Although, how shall I say it, take a point, convey it
Styling is quite Dolby, yes I know those for you play it
Not to be all that though all that is my goal
Stumble and fell, brother, like Dres would roll
Need a sexy honey for a twilight stroll
Gave up on sushi, give me an egg roll
At A & W, get to the Root, with a boot or sneaker
Get near a speaker, demo to a single
To the kind with a fly hoe, damned the scenario
And, pass the paper, cross the fader
Black Sheep getting played, like a Sony in a Beta
Dres the creator, of a style that is much greater
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 cause 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
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
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, 'cause you see, I do understand
Heard a jam that was flam
Bought the album, Van Dame, 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
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 ah, 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
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
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
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
Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one, in the meantime
Said in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I skipped the line, I paid my dime
I hung my coat, and now it's time
To move to the forefront, take my rounds
Say peace and give a pound have a drink, get down
I'm on the floor, besides the door
The sound is rich, and I ain't poor
I'm looking for Susie or Wendy or Judy
But look at her, but look at her, but look at her, "Who me?"
Yes, you sweetie, although it's hard to see thee
I see your silhouette and what I see has got me needy
I need you for a second of your time
But then I reckon that a second is too short let me try
"You're slammin'", but anyway, I'd like to say
I'm Dres of the Black Sheep givin' you play
Step out in the light, come show off yourself
Yo, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, "Don't go"
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, "Don't go"
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, "Don't go"
Just don't know, "Why?", hon, I just don't know
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go"
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go"
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go"
See something ain't right, "Why?", it's the Strobelite
Van Damne
Oh man, now you look out
I can not dig it, I can not dig it
No, yo Black, I can not dig it
Listen Hon, I mean aah
It's nice looking at you, I just have to go
My man is right over there "Where you going?"
I have to go "Huh?"
(To his man who doesn't exist)
I'm on my way Black, I'm on my way
"Don't you have a number or something?"
Listen it's ahh, 765-4321
"What area code is that?"
One, nine-hundred
Listen here dear, step to the rear
Find yourself a seat, buy yourself a beer
Eat some pretzels, go play some videos
Thank you for your time honey, but hoe, I gotta go
I think I lost my coat, and plus I'm double parked
I thought you was my girl, see I can't see in the dark
Anyway I'm out, out is where I be
I've got to step, "With the viscosity"
When you see a honey by the Strobelite
Black I hope you got good sight
For honey that you see, like a Shakespeare soliloquy
May or may not be, all that
In fact, quite wacked
With the girl that makes you stop tracks
But neither here nor there fear
Unless, of course, you don't care
Listen baby girl, let me say it slow
I have to go
Not to dis, but let's disperse
Yo, I'll see you later, unless I see you first
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, "Don't go"
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, "Don't go"
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, "Don't go"
Just don't know, "Why?", hon, I just don't know
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go"
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go"
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go"
See something ain't right, "Why?", it's the strobelite
Can't swing tonight, so ahh
Honey take a hike, go fly a kite
And I don't mean to be impolite
I guess it gotta give them
Headaches over head then your beat breaks
Lyrics modum only cause you rode 'em to my scrotum
Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through
Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II
Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be
easy baby
You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes
Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am
Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk
Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York
Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?
You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya
Sharp duck, I'm running amuck
I jock it for the mic, ?coov? I give less than a fuk
Peeping, I'll freak it then speak it across the border
Now troublemakers and we're not taking your orders
The water, don't wanna be deceived
I'm bucking some change, now I feel fuking naive
'Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum
I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one
That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots
Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops
Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro
I feel like I'm still in the ghetto
(chorus)
Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto)
Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto)
Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill(Still in the
ghetto)
Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it
Trust it, the styles like lusted
And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy
I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies
'Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step
One of five when the bullet fly live
When a rebel pulled a card, steady yard
I ride around and rip the niggy get dope, it's just too hard
Why brothers kill one another like coppers get undercovers
When all we really got is one another
A brother could feed me but if it needs me
If I'm greedy, then what of myself do I discovered
Say what I know, see what I saw
Do what I did so kid, I'm sliding through the door
Ticket get wit the shorty wit his eye on the tech
Kick it to the crew that's not all safe sex
Even kick it wit the man wit a plate pig neck juice
Kid, I get loose like a ferret
Why front, I've been rocking suits since the Parrot
Le Bush Von negro, kid I'm crazy ghetto
Yea, yo, tiptoe, through your road wit amigoes
Ready or not, here come the Sheep to relieve
Pull it off the kuff while we're wearing short sleeves
Get it, got it, good
Put it in you stereo and blast it in your hood
Chorus
Now if it's checkers, chess, or song survivors
I'm gonna catch wreck like I was a drunk driver
But how's your hand-o in the ghetto
Only thing you got is what you had from the get (ready) go
Yo, you can't trust even if your tight
'Cause they hug wit the left, stab you wit the right
Love the Estoria and blan by Corona
I'm still the same, I still got game in Barcelona
Don't think I forgot where I been when you see me in a crowd
Come in, no one's allowed, I hope I make you proud
And as for those that never liked me
You can go to hell and sight see
The past is an ash, gone like spent cash
Peace, boom bash, I won't dash
I'm rollin through your region wit the Legion, reason
Thought it was a rabbit, kid, it's duck season
Don't think up I'm letting selling out, don't forget and
Don't think I won't represent man
Take a brother out and where he was is in him
Drop 'em then I'm wearing silk, corduroy, or denim
Make your mom's mom or make your kids do the jerk
Comments couldn't faze me if they came from Captain Kirk
Or the brown docking do in the sand, I can do 'em
Throw a rhyme beat like my name were Warren Moon
Hold back, why black, I never turn blue
I'm chilling wit Pamela Anderson, we're both bout due
Get ready for the new, yo, we'll show it
Call the record week and it'll be here before you know it
So on the real, don't sweat, where's my beds at
No matter where it goes, I know where my heads at
* "Brand New Heavies" album featuring various rap artists
I'm in a state of yo
So if I go to the spliff that I passed
Mix it back with the slack from my man
With a tan sitting by the fan
In a heavy, heavy band
The beat, huh, feels warm, and cool
Won't fall
Just groove, soothe it, shmooth it
Ahhh, shit and I won't quit
Keep on, and on and on
Filling up the gap from eve to dawn
Gotta be the Sheep
Under your nose, above your head
Honey said '69', I thought of boots
And gave her pro-Keds
D for action, just like Jackson
Cause the jacksons are not imagined
I don't really wanna give a foot, you know
I'm in a state of yo, so what if I go..
Yo, days go by, we just get flyer
Swinging harder cause we got desire
Extra effort because we're tryers
Got more heat than a dollar in the dryer
Got more flavour than Fruity Pebbles
Check the format and clock the levels
Yo do what you gotta do..
Cause I got more style than store that's dapper
Got more sweet than a candy wrapper
Got more, balls than a pimp who slaps
And got heart like a thug that maps
Make more sense than childhood freaks
Got more support than high-top kicks
So what's happens in the mix
I'm weak yet pure like a heroin fix
So, yo, don't you know that the flow
That I just move on, just like so
It's got me in a, state of ..
Yo, no aggre-ssion
Let your mind make connec-tion
Ain't no need for correc-tion
Yo, huh? Oh, on with the session
Heavies got some weight, you can't debate
Elate the fate, cause the style is great
For life is hectic and all that there
People, you care but, yo, beware
For one knows not what gets one shot
I think I used to know but I forgot
Cause it ain't nothing, nothing at all
I'm telling you it's a small..
Without the faith for things that work
To spite my life is to spite your birth
We share the earth, yo, but who was first, yo?
So, who's here now, yo? Well, where's my hearse, yo
But I gotta go, I gotta go
To where I don't, I don't, I don't know
[Dres]
When I first saw ya, I thought that I knew ya
Now I know I don't just wish that I did
Honey made a right, stepped off, took flight
Upstairs, up more, made a left, and hid
Looked down at my shoes and the cuff in my slacks
Hand inside my pocket, came out with somethin stickin
Doublemint goes in my mouth, jaws are breakin North and South
Look around to see who's lookin, figure that my breath was kickin so
In the bathroom I go; and fixing his 'fro..
.. you guessed it, the Lawnge one
'What's up Black?' goes the hand smack
I get the feeling that it's time for some Black Sheep fun
The club is on the bourgeois, urinal holding a cigar
Then you never know, probably a Phillie
Lawnge cracks a smile, oh no, here it comes, then says
"Yo Dres, honey made you look silly"
Step back in the joint, and yeah it's kinda funky
My breath no longer kickin so now it has pep
Strobelite hoe that I don't know
walks up, asks Lawnge's sign, we quickly do the step
Where you at, hon? Where you at?
Where you at, hon? Where you at?
Where you at, hon? Where you at?
[Dres]
Then I change my style
Movin through the crowd, the smoke has got me chokin
Funny that I'm chokin, could it be that I am smokin
Pounds are goin round, but this is nothing new
Hoping that eloping with a dip is what I'll do
System's kinda boomin like a drive-in called the Sonic
Find the bar kid, my state of mind would like a tonic
There she goes, "Where?" Take my thoughts out of the dumps
Lawnge, over there, over there, look at bumps
From the time that she was born, she was raised to be all that,
Gave her no food (what?) Strictly Similak
Felt like a punk on Dick Street, a coupon in the ghetto
I said, 'Hon, whacha drinkin?' She said, 'Milk and amaretto'
I took a seat beside her, I would not be denied
I ordered L.I.I.T. and fill 'er up, she's got a rider
She showed her dental work, and said I looked familiar
I touched her on the hand, I had to feel her!
[Chorus]
Similak child, drivin me wild
Simi-limi-lak child - you're definitely winnin
Similak child, drivin me wild
Simi-limi-lak child - you're the woman
[Dres]
I said, 'Hey', she said, 'Hi'
I said, 'Us', she said, 'Try'
'And if you're thinkin strictly boots then I'll say baby, bye bye'
She said, 'I know you got at least a dozen that you're seeing
You think you own the world, at least New York because you're G'ing
You claim to be the man. you want me for a lover
So you can do my girlfriends and my sister and my mother'
I said, 'You're very blunt, with quickness to the cue
So whassup with your mother does she look as good as you?
I'm playin, but let me not delay in what I'm sayin
Initially attraction found your way before the weigh-in
I'm single so I've got at least a dozen on my door step
Doesn't boost my ego, it doesn't mean we've slept
I'm in the public eye, so I try to be an eyeful
Do not own the world, but yes I have some pull'
My chorus rose a brow, she's curious of me
'Please give me more iced tea, and her vitamin D'
She said, 'Me?' Yes. 'Why?' Guess.
Sweetheart you've got ten cushions, besides I like your dress
I'm playin but let me not be weak and let me speak
Your mind is brighter than your booty it's the courtin' that I seek
Similak child, drivin me wild
Simi-limi-lak child - you're definitely winning
Similak child, drivin me wild
[Mr Lawnge]
Now, if you got it going on make some noise
Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and boys
In my neighbourhood , whether black or hispanic
Yo, this is some positive shit but please don't panic
You can still rock to it so flock to it
Just open your mind, unwind, recline or pop and lock to it
Come and rock with us, all night like Michael Jackson
Leave your guns and knives at home, black, that's all I'm asking
I'd like to go to jams and not see bullet sparks
So we can do some hip hop shows in public parks
A lot of the voters and promoters are scared of rap
But we can all come together clever and say bullcrap
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta wake niggas up like I'm down with Jehovah
Knock on a few heads and beg for some common sense
As I commence to convince, yo, I'm kind of tense
Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and profile
They're fronting hard but ain't go no style
Steadily teaching my younger brothers to kill each other
I hate to have to break out my glock and teach another
Young soul about a bullet hole
For trying to play and sway me, acting hard like the videos
Now, To all the shorties in the world.
Listen up, That shit is just TV.
Far from reality.
And half the niggas you see on TV.
Are fronting, They ain't saying nothing.
So take your little ass, Somewhere.
And watch Barney or something.
[Chorus: Mr Lawnge (Dres) x2]
Peace to the niggas in my neighbourhood
(Where?) In my neighbourhood
(Where?) In my neigh-bour-hood
Peace to the niggas in my neighbourhood
You're not dead so that means you're doing good
[Dres]
Yo, one time ripping it quick it's the clever brown boy
Joy to the world, girls and boys, there comes a choice
To advocate bad ass, bet I did it before
My POs name is Jord, he let me go on tour
Where I'm from, yo, you might see a finger in the gutter
In the ghetto with toast, best believe my shit is butter
Got to have it long before this rap shit, get back, bitch
If I'm stuck up much like a bandit I crank shit
Niggas get reprimanded, remanded and then branded
I delve into myself to draw the strength to overstand it
So ill as I roll up on the block theory yot (??)
Keeping it real with ShowB-I, yeah, we build a lot
Yo, move your b-u-t, the B/QE gets strong on the low
Giving a pound to Shorty Long, hop in the ride I gotta go
Gotta hit Queens, flying American, yo, Sammy, where's Troy?
Cleaning up on the streets, I goes there with my motherfucking boys
Shit's wrecked like grands in no time Astoria expands
Peace Russ, Jock, Tonto, but let me not forget Shamgod
My man since Holland Cove, making moves like Rucker
Live since one-oh-five, yo, it's Tiki motherfuckers
Jets to 'jects, I flex them cheques, my fam in the plan
And kick it to my cousins with some weed in my hand
Original bumrush was getting money on the hush, B
Keeping it real forever with my peoples working OT
Back in the seven, pick up the celly now I'm dialling F in
Put the volume up on BringIt, Legion getting in a session
>From there to a Brucie tape, I'm almost on the fifth
An Uzi for my birthday, you know I shoot the gift
To a chickadee talking about she's wanting to get with me
Hey, I look up the block and see Lord kicking it with E
Hon's like “I want you”, better believe me, baby's gonna got checked
I said “My memory's bad, honey, I just fucking forget
Plus I've found my one love now, hon, I'm going to jet
And if we ain't playing Shaka we're catching power wrecks
Fucking it up in the BX, I see Chi flexing his dome
Good vibrations, rocking the nation as I represent my home
[Chorus: Dres (Mr Lange) x2]
[Mr Lawnge]
To my man DJ Stan, Rajaski
And the whole Times family
[Dres]
Yo, Monty, Go-go, Big Sid from Madrid
Big Tom, and Rico, Conji, who loves you, baby
[Mr Lawnge]
DJ Craze, IBP
And the whole Mellow Zone family
[Dres]
Astoria projects, the Bland
The Bronx and Queens, NFL
Lafayette and Laurelton, man
[Mr Lawnge]
The Doughty clan, my peeps on Prospect
And to my brother down South, nuff respect
[Dres]
Bendecion, mija, Papi
My cousins Big F, Pote
Michael and Jerome
[Mr Lawnge]
To all my engineers
Native Tongue and Flavor Unit
Peace, man
[Dres]
One Love, Jennifer Perry
3D Entertainment, Jan and Morry
My Polygram fam
And my little cousins Angela and Ray
[Mr Lawnge]
Now all the people we forgot
Nigga, come off, check this out, check this out
Listen all this shit y'all talkin' ain't got no frills
We'll pass the 40 around and we'll see who's got some skills
I mean if you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't
(I got skins, got skins)
You're over, so Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this brew to you
I'm gonna pour some out for my man pee-wee
(Pee-wee)
And do what you gotta do, all right black, bust it
I'm the sugar dick daddy, fuck what you think
Pass the 40 right by me, 'cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass 'cause I like to pop shit
When it comes to pullin' gums I might do it
But put your guard up black and I'm a run right through it
Don't sleep on the side, thinkin' I'm easy to beat
'Cause I'll be up in that ass like a bike seat
And when it comes to boning, I'm Mr. Erecticy
Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy
I've got a dick that I brag about, I put it in fast then I drag it out
Girls, I'll be the special friend see
'Cause your man suffers from pseudo-penis envy
I do damage, oh, uhm
The sugar dick is guarantied to make you come
Now I pass the 40 'cause you heard from me
So, go get a forklift Chi-ali
Well I'm too young for 40's, and too young for blunts
The only thing I'm not too young for is the stunts
The girlies, the ladies, I love them with a passion
But back to the mic 'cause I'm always down for action
Many M.C.'s fall to the dust, some will rust
'Cause I bust and I crush, you can't touch
I'm the child of the wild, the flavor of the Nile
I gave you plenty of chances still ya fuck with this style
Now that you know, Chi-ali can't be tooken
Pass the 40 'cause my mother's not lookin'
Yo give me that, kid, you pah will put you in the mourge
Listen to hot diggity dog
Bibb bow wow wow wow wow
Yipity yie yo, yipity yo yie yeah
Digity dog is rockin' it and
Yes, I'm definitly here to stay
Pass me 40, pass me to 40, pass it if you may
Because my Jimmy is hard and yes I have a hoe to slay
And when I'm funkin' it the bitches they go huhhh
When I'm funkin' the bitches they go huhhh
You'll drink the 40, I drink a guiness staught
And when I see you home, I'm out
You baby Chris, pass me the keys to the car
I'm runnin' late for my menage-a-trois
Pass it, tap it, and then crack it
Take a small swig or down it like a pig
You too tipsys to operate this rig
I'm a mike, you suckers I strike in flight
Here's a D.W.I. for drivin' drunk with the Mike
From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight
Loosen your grip 'cause you're holdin' it to tight
I'll take a body count, I know my body count is right
Five drunk niggers from my left to my right
And maybe you hope that I'm with tonight
But it's all right, yo' it's all right
So Dave my grip is getting weak
Grab the 40 so I can hear you speak
I live large, Caviar and Limos
Spent most of my time refusin' bullshit demos
Can you understand, do you you understand?
Well let me explain I'm the A and R man
Dave Gossett, yes I rock it
I rip the mic and I stuff pockets
Don't believe me, ask the sheep see
They got the money, think it's funny
Always scoopin' all the honey
Opps, I meant to say hoes, broke my own rhyme
What'cha didn't know, uh oh
I see 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 don't need Jack to get loose
And rip a roof, the center too
You're in my fuckin' way so move
And let a nigga get smooth
Honeys play me close
'Cause my goods are on display
So, I play 'em like vitamins and take a ho a day
I pull 'em like a dentist, mold 'em like a teacher
Knock 'em like a bowler, fleece 'em like a preacher
Step, get a man, go to school, join a band
It makes no difference whether
Dre's is that type of brother
That will hit that ass forever 'cause I'm clever, ever
Have I, ever, lost my sight
Or said, "Mike when I bone this night"
Not talkin' 'bout chicken
But if she's finger lickin'
I will let it be known
Don't bite the bone
Micraphon's I like 'em 'cause they let me amplify
So don't reach for the sky, you know you can't fly
But still you reach up higher, a black sheep is your desire
Then you look up at me 'cause I'm a frequent flyer
So now you got beef chief, grief will be your
I sport a full metal jacket, give your beef some lo mein
'Cause I'mm swingin' like a swinger, singin' like a singer
I'm lookin' for your finger or your ho so did you bring her
Ah I'm just bullshittin', almost time for quittin'
There's money to be made and booty to be hittin'
Look and you will see, Dre's that's who I be
[Verse One:]
Black-Sheep
Spell it to the letter
I'm out of the ghetto
Some could tell my story
But who could tell it better
Nobody slinuner
Thinkin he's a winner
Pullin on the wool-er
Finger on the trigger
Scramb-a-lin, ramb-a-lin
Thinks he la right gamb-a-lin
Ambul-ance head crack
Cause he took a chance
That you didn't rip, the one he didn't think a flip
But if I'm shakin ya down, believe you're losing your grip
Money I'm rollin I'm rollin I'm rollin I'm rollin again
Honeys I know
That wanna know me adapt
Let me tell a joke
Cause a funny'll get
Slept onna step I'm gettin money again
Yo flim to the flam to the D to the poise
Seperate the men from the boys, those are the toys
Negroes'll front, that's if they got what you want
But yo they freeze on a stunt
I'm feelin more than a blunt
Never was a gangster even at a street pix
But swingin on a swinger you'll be strollin with a limp
So get up easy cause it's simple as this
Give us a shot how could you think that I miss
Yesterday's a memo, the demo sold a bundle
No I'm not conceited though for y0u I won't be humble
Been around the block and it ain't our first day out
Crazy with a stick and yo I throws a blow a-way out
Kids who use to stay out till I roll needed the gray out
Hobbies we attackin now we're skelly and knockin clay out
Papas on the hurough, in every burough
Nobody could front, ya see my family's crazy thorough
Two quince sure
And yo the others are done
No fables at the table
We'llerit the no that's in my blood
So I, stand tall
And lay for the call
To counter-react
Because we're real I tell ya who's gonna pack
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
Yo it's not easy at the top
Which is why we play the back
Not to say that we don't strive
In fact, to be exact
It's a one-sided coin
Gotta know how to flip it
And I say lucky in the flip
If you ask me for a tip
Now we're back on
Word to the life build receipt
Me thinks this things are broken
Lings how can we be complete
Heads always collided
with the brain we could be glidin
While we stab him in the back
When I see Isrob beside him
So Lawnge/long (huh), we waited
So Lawnge/long (what), we hated
Play it to this day it doesn't have to be debated
If I played it as an ego
With a final life and group ins
On Lawnge (Never party poopin
Scoopin while my loopin went in
Rhymin I'm climbin check it out
It's like this all the time)
And I know (and I know)
And I know (and I know)
Black Sheep freak sweet styles
Just like we're supposed ta
Cause Dres will pull the wool
Cause before Black Sheep made a poster
Always liftin skirts
Fore we ever made a t-shirt
And we been leapin obstacles
Before the game of Q-Bert
Take this or that, both of that
Lookin past the cat
If she was playin possum
Then they pull a rabbit from the hat
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Now rich man poor man
Beggar-man theif
If I were an engine
I wouldn't be the chief
You can play the chief
But we be tipper tee-pees
Cause money he don't owe me
And honey she don't see me
Chuckle at your belt buckle
Whether or not I'm on the DL
Expedition with permission
If the mission were impossible
Wouldn't be here dear
Black Sheep droppin songs
That last as long as Frigidaires
Call me un-Dres Dres go Dre go
Not to run it in the ground
I gave the recipe to Prego
Have to sell a million pounds
The ya-yo, from Play-Doh
Party the we started
Runnin charted some
Where? Over the rainbow
Guess I suffer from C-R-S
Cause I forgot em
Lyrics I got em you need em you need em I got em
Can't stand the fall
My beeperis out of reach
I mean the stakes are too high
So I got to get each
And every single solitary
Ligit digit on my leg
You're buggin cause we did ya
You come and we get ya
Clearin my eyes
Me and a tear in the corner
Layin on ya I'm gonna I'm gonna lay it on ya
[Dres]
Yo, yo, yo, yo the Sheep are back, black
On the attack that fattens your format
And suckers have to backtrack, regroup, resign
As me and mine recline in shade
Cause now we're getting paid like crime
Krill, with the skill to kill while I'm on your will
Ill, with the feel for what's real in my appeal
Why play me chummy if you really think I'm crummy
I caught your words and prep so long ago it isn't funny
Now I'm ready to riot until the state is in gas
If I wanted to dis you I'd play your shit and laugh
Huh, first mistake, choice when we gave it
Now put your plea on a deposit slip and save it
Second was the mic checking that you couldn't do
We step through just to get respect from your crew
Third, I heard you're tense with the gat
All I got to say to that is, umm, it's FAT
Be the fourth parallel to your ism
Know the diff of disrespect and criticism
Five, I plead the fifth, I'm just plain live
I won't riff with the jive that the Sheep'll take a dive
We've arrived just in time and you'll discover
Only my mother, sister and son
Could come between me and my brother
[Chorus x2]
Me and my brother, my brother and me
Don't look on the surface cause if you do you'll never see
Me and my brother, my brother and I
Cause you'll fly sky-high when you try
[Mr Lawnge]
Hey, yo
It took a long time although niggas thought we came out of the blue
A lot of punks slept but we always knew
That's why you pursue the two-man crew
To do the motherfucking job that you know a boy can't do
Like every aspect we cover: beats, rhymes and other
Nobody else down, yo, it's just me and my brother
Sheeit, back when the shit began, before there was a fan
We had the skills so we ran with my man Stan
I had to pay my dues running with other crews
Black Sheep is here but bitch ass niggas still snooze
It doesn't matter, Boo! I'll make you scatter
Don't flatter cause I don't want your bitch nigga chit-chatter
I got stacks and stacks of fat tracks and wax
But you played yourself so don't even ask
And I won't remind you of the stupid shit you did and said
Out the side of your head when you were sleeping dead
And now I'm charging like a bull and you're red
That's why I'm pulling fucking files like a fed
Checking pros, doing shows wherever they goes
Getting hoes and foes but don't sleep on those bros
Come legit, you need to quit with that ego shit
Because you're only as large as your last hit
We intimidate, niggas try to retaliate
Go on, guess your fate, cause it's your fucking guts I hate
I'll put on my Tims and kick 'em
Grab my shank and brrrr, stick 'em, ha-haha, stick 'em
Bitch! Now the Sheep are rolling deep with One Love
Fuck around and be a victim of, who?
[Chorus]
[Dres]
Baby pah, you're best to learn that we yearned
And long earned, keep your concern, Black Sheep for the term
Forget status, we go for gold, who be creamy?
Cleaner no picture, clearly the victor, nigga, you seen me
With my man, no other mother could pull my brother
No way is it gay when I say we love one another
Uh huh, run for cover cause you're coming on the block
We're the best in the flock, was you born a fucking cock?!
Fuck your grade, our record play, man, it's like Jordan
Rock it better than NASA or lock it tighter than the warden
Huh, according to some emcees, hating and to end all their jel
We selling now, fuck like 'Mister Wendal'
Bendable plates, expendable tapes we ain't
Whitewash the Sheep when you're wack, save your paint
No haps, chaps, you might as well shut your traps
The gap's too big, dig, dapple over the maps
Doing curls with girls and blowing like Reg
Peep the slim slick, no Hammer, smack 'em sledge
Grammar, hot damn, I rip the rhythm up
And rock cuts like sluts with big butts do nuts for ducs
I split shit, you better see another
Down over a decade, this weight could never cover
Shucks, we hit fucks like nuts be touching Roscoe's
Pick up the old school flavour like you're name was Barro Pasco (???)
Asshole, my whole ass is all on me that's booty
My job's to clean up after my son cause that's my duty
Why bug, g? Could it be that you can't see
D, motherucker, D, motherfucker! D-
R-E-S, yes, with Lawnge since Sanford
Knowing we were destined to blow like Branford
Down for the duration, grand like Central Station
And a fat speaker says you got a demonstration from
[Slick Rick sample]
It's cool .. that we create .. our mission
[Mista Lawnge]
Now, relax your body, your soul, let your mind be free
You know Mr Lawnge is hanging so come swing with me
Honey, I'll take you for a ride or better yet ride you
I love to be inside you, so peep the shit that I do
First I'll lick you from your pimples to your corns
Cause ain't no hoe perfect, that's only in the porns
Come with me and then watch me come
My tip's the only thing that'll make you say humm
Seven, six, five, four, three, twenty-one
Come on, big pussy, come and get some
Without haste, your time I won't waste
But if you want a taste bring your neck brace
I'm extremely long slow down, you'll choke fast
Tip so big the Heimlich manoeuvre couldn't save your ass
Not to be bragging, your tonsils I'll be tagging
Yes, I'm going to use a bag and guaranteed to keep you gagging
So what's up, honey? No, you don't get no money
But I can tempt your tummy with the taste of nut and honey
The Sugar Dick Daddy can
If you do for me I'll do for you, a one-night stand
I'll hit you off, baby, shit I'm not selfish
But I brought a can of FDS in case I smell fish
With a flick of the tongue I can trim your hedge
I lick so much clit you'd think my name was Big Reg
Of course, I'll take you out and wine and dine you first
But, hold up! No drinks, I want to quench your thirst
Now why you blushing, baby, I see you coughing
Itching and scratching at your neck so very often
Tell Mr Lawnge your every need and I'll devote
No, you don't need a Luden or a Halls, I'll coat your throat
You can't deny so don't try to get fly
Or I'll just say bye-bye, you know why?
[Chorus x3: Slick Rick sample]
Cause it's cool when ya cause a cosy condition
That we create, cause that's our mission
[Dres]
Aww shit, girl, don't get me starting
I'll put you on your knees and grab your ears like you was Martin
Wet from Moet, she played the piper like a pal
What a great gal with a mouthful of Cristal
Cause honey saw me romping with the Legion
She wants to feel the pressure on her lower pelvic region
I'll do the things you wouldn't believe, I won't leave you falling
Like niggas that 'get it and come' like their mother's calling
Check it, I'll knee it, I'll feel it, I'll give it crazy joy
Cause I've been fantasising 'bout you since Ola Ray was in Playboy
No shit, I'm serious and I want to get physical
And leave you making noises like the sound of a busy call
On the phone, I'm nasty, be sure you wash your hands
Live, I'm playing condoms like it was a rubber band
Inside you, me, inside the plastic
You'll like it when I finish and your legs is acting spastic
Slow down, babes, I'll get a towel for a clean scene
And your uniform honey, you made the team
Hip hip hooray to you, and all the same
Exercise and maintain for our next home game
Here's to all the bona fide with style
With lipstick on my boxers, I just think of you and smile
You buck wild child, thanks for the love, it's on
The sweaty steam roll, and thanks for not trying to touch my butthole
Now tell your girls I want them to meet my 'lil fren'
Too much talk has been going on lately
And when I get done there's some people
Gonna' hate me now
I can only smile while I'm watching you shout
There's too many people moving in the
Frame they don't know about
I keep hearing about this line
You keep saying that all is fine
I read about and watch you everyday
That doesn't mean i gotta act that way
I watch you holler to make some change
I watch you promise to rearrange
You're marching hard to prove your point
Your token affection is new in this joint
Time and time and time again
We're finding out who's your best friend
If we criticize anything you say
You tell us we're wrong and get out of the way
You think we're livin' in '84
When you don't know it's sad and what's more
Big Brother's coming not blind or deaf
Didn't you know he's coming from the left
We gotta' clean this up, we gotta' make this stop
We need to walk in another way
We need to watch what we say
We gotta' forget all that, we gotta' drop our bats
Everything you're walking is unclean junk
We don't play that game punk
I'm sick of hearing you speak your mind
It's the same old chatterbox every time
Every time we offer something new
You shoot it down and say we haven't go a clue
I hear you say our minds are shut
What's your definition of trust
Another person another bed another day
Your lame excuse is that we make you this way
I know that there's a place,
I know that there's a race
I washed my hands in dirt, I prayed it wouldn't hurt
I couldn't even look, I watched the hands I shook
I asked for so much more (and now my voice and throat are sore)
Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine
You just divorced your 86th wife
And you wanna' talk about real life
You're telling us about your grand world plan
Which part of I don't care don't you understand
You say we're wrong and that depends
What do you see from behind that lens
You say we're a world with all one voice
But you're never gonna' let me
Make my own choice
Everybody's got their own opinion, here's mine
None of your ideas ever stick,
I must admit that's a real nice trick
Your voice must hurt, you should give it a rest
Add to the fact you're a creep at best
I'm sick of watching you eat your own
The fact remains that you've never grown
We're wearing body bags not body gloves
And none of this would happen if we talk about love
I hope that this will end, I pray I find my friends
I know that I have one, ending time has just begun
I still pray every night, but that doesn't make it right
This happened once before,
It's always ripped and torn
Music has no color like you wouldn't if you couldn't see your skin.
Now it's time to rearrange, and tell me now where we begin.
What goes up must come down.
Dog the people who cause the black radio (x4)
Now I see a kid and his face is sad.
Let's stick him in a corner, so he won't bother us.
He's gonna rip it up, he's gonna kick it out,
He's gonna tear down all the walls that hold him in.
He's gonna push this, like you've never seen before.
(chorus x4)
The old man is still angry now
Because the black and white are still around,
But he's still got his best trick up his sleeve.
He's gonna raise his flag, he's gonna aim it straight,
He's gonna tear down all the walls that hold him in
To kill... kill... kill the system with love!
Lies always seem to be the things that are accepted
They are the ones that never seem to get caught
But none of us should ever have to lie to make friends
But we'd rather lie than to sleep with the dogs
Love is what I'll fight it all with,
Love... I won't save it for another day,
Love... is what I'm gonna kick it in with...
Love... I don't want the arch to lose that way.
I had it all once, and I threw it all away.
Peace is the thing that everybody here is preaching
It's on the left side because it's everybody's love
But I've seen you spit on someone in the same breath as peace
When someone disagrees you always give it up
Love... Is what I fight it all with.
Love.... I won't save it for another day.
Love... is what I'm gonna kick it in with.
Love... I don't want the arch to lose that way.
It always seems just like a misplaced childhood, I think it does.
But I didn't misplace nothing.
All I've seen can't compare to this
I've been good, I've been bad
And I'm about to get us something that we've never ever had
And I know, this ones for sure
You know I hope that we won't ever stop
falling in
You know I hope that this won't ever drop
falling in
You know I home that we don't ever stop
That's why I say
I've got a three day weekend at Rancho Bebop
I know what to say, to the sky today
I've been good, I've been bad
And I'm about to get something
that we've never ever had
And I know, this ones for sure
You know I hope that we won't ever stop
falling in
You know I hope that this won't ever drop
falling in
You know I home that we don't ever stop
That's why I say
I've got a three day weekend at Rancho Bebop
On the street I heard somebody say
i have no use for the sky today
It seems like we've been here before
The ideas running out the door
Order, order, has the jury reached a verdict?
Yes, we have Your Honor
In the case of the people of the state of New York
Round town, I?m bound, shake the ground
Shake the town, wave the pound, laid you down
Round town, I?m bound, shake the ground
Shake the town, wave the pound, laid you down
And that?s how we approach these faggots
Try an' gon be fly but they still maggots
I?m sure all I gotta do is call my man
.40 cal, watch yourself, I?ll spoil your plans
I?m the up top gangsta, the star in the hood
One of the few mu?fuckas that ain?t scared of Suge
Fam, that was 9-5, man, fuck the pass
See niggas out there frontin' bodyguards up they ass, man
He?s Black Rob, he?s okay
Play and you?ll get robbed today
Ya?ll know how I?m comin' through the Source Awards
Somebody's jewels got jacked, man, it must?ve been yours
Ya?ll dudes be talkin' out the side of your mouth
So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth
I ain?t sell no records, made no cash yet
Fuck dude,' cause my niggas is goons in every aspect
And don?t get beside yourself
A lot of shit gonna be fucked up beside your health, man
He?s Black Rob, he?s a thug
Fuck with him, you?ll get fucked up
Fam, I don?t threaten dudes, that?s a promise
That?s honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage
Or get smart, read books by Nostradamus
Meanwhile, I?m deep-sea diving, oceanomics
I seen green, more green than the Sonics
More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard
The 9 mm scope, I walk up on a nigga
Put the 9 to his throat and watch him shake like the Pope
He?s Black Rob, he?s our friend
[Incomprehensible] Rob is back again
Aww man, ya?ll niggas done got me hype
This is it, we fit the same stereotype
If a nigga wanna while we can do that too
Fuck the model bitches, well, we can screw that too
Yeah, man, notice I said "we"
She?s a J-U-M-P
Man, off top, fam, I got figures in the game
She?s fuckin' with all the top niggas
He?s Black Rob, he?s our man
If he can?t do it, no one can
Yeah, 'bout to put the whole game on smash
Alumni, I put the whole name on smash
After this they gon? wanna lace me pretty
Who?s your man 'cause they can?t make it JC Penney
Who?s your Bad Boy, BR, back with the nutritious
Black attacks like a pit bull vicious
It?s goin' down, fam, I?ma bout to shake the ground
Order in the court, order in the court
Councillor control your client please
Mr. Robert Ross, one more outburst like this
And I'll see to it that
No one leaves this court room for the next 30 days
Now, will the prosecution please play the video tape?
And I say, why, why can't still
I'ma clean my [Incomprehensible] out, right now, pardon me
Don't keep me hangin' on
Let me go, let me go, let me go
If your love is through, if your love is gone
Gon't keep me hangin' on
I'm a big fool to love you
When you treat me like I'm your clown
It's easy to see that you don't love me
You just want me hangin' around
Don't keep me hangin' on
Times when I say, I'm leaving you
Keep begging me to stay
When I try to go, you put on a show
Somehow I can't get away
Don't keep me hangin' on
Don't keep me hangin' on
Black Rob, B.R.
Black Rob, B.R.
I am about to set the record straight
(The world's famous)
It's 99 man
Time to let them know man
Yo aiyo, yo, yo, it's kill or be killed
My skillz leavin' them chilled on ice
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can't touch, won't touch, never touch
Driving around with the toasty whip, never bust
Puffin dust like fiends, I mean I want green ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam
My team
Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin' book
Take a good fucking look at these bad guys
Stay madd fly, madd high
In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die
On some humble shit, I am on some rumble shit
When it's on you should see the shit I come through with
If you scared by dog release the four by fours
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his drawers
On the streets black good like all state, ya all fake
Just got paid but fuck it, I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my hand
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service
My brother Curtis squeeze gats to celliums
I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlams
I tell some, live ya life like Puff did
I did enough biz, ask any body, I am rough kid
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh uh
Yo, yo, I put a finger in the air
For the hearing impaired, if you're hearin' this fear
Than your hearing it cleared
Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job
Don't question it to stars, I'ma put 'em in saw
Straight gate, I suggest you vacate
When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk
Off the liquor, shot towards you mister
Off course it hit you hard, it gets hard, I pick the card
Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar when I twisted God
You think you got it all together, get it ripped apart
Man you can't stand the heat, stay up outta the street
Nigga turn police 'cause they shot up his jeep
I subtract like mad, don't make me bald
So I want it all, fuck had, don't make me laugh
By all means, get this money, it's all green
It's all good and I wished that ya'll would
Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that
Now up that, now that you see where lux at
I got the game by the balls and I get all calls
So if you play to much I put the shit on pause
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh uh
B.R.
B.R.
Bad boy, nigga, Harlem underworld
Alumni, the one guy
The gun die, day one
Life Stories, Black 99
Life stories, I'm here 1999, baby it's on
I think I'm about to feel something here
We here baby, bad boy
They smile in ya face, but they ain't lovin' you
Turn your back, they tryin' to break your J A W
Who a nigga on the run, eatin' P.O.W.s
Strapped with arrows and the chrome B O W?
It's no act yo, no
This chick can keep my dick
Between her cheek and gums, like tobacco
On the F.D.R. doin' like 90 a pop
Fuck five-0 niggas too grimey to stop
All we came to do was tear up the spot
Think we care if you, you, you, roll behind us or not?
I'm the one man army, the one hand on the Tommy
If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy
Your arms too short to box with Rob
Swipe your face like the Bad Boy corporate card
A lotta shit I do is off the hard
And I be like shh, thats why the Feds don't wanna talk to Rob
Y'all had to go force the God, naw I ain't got nothin' to prove
Ain't gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools
And remember this rule, don't fuck with niggas that ain't fuckin' with you
So when you're home with nothin' to do
Just get comfortable, cause they ain't doin' nothin' to you
And they can take it like they wanna take it, I ain't just a rapper
Certified Harlem knight, Mister Will-Bust-A-Cap-er
Hey yo, one two three
To get to them you got to get through me
And it's the Bad Boy family tree
Like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop
And my sole purpose is makin' you dance
Ladies scream "Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance"
Now she backstage hand in my pants
I been tryin' to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin' my fans
Like Michelle, uh, my belle
Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, bitch was so raw
Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Passed it off to Puff and Loon wit no delayin'
The average nigga walk around here sad
Get the chronic now he honest he gon' bust that ass
Get home, she ain't there, bitch musta mashed
And she caught you for furs and your jewels and cash
Shoulda known it, me, I could never condone it
Bum bitch walk around my shit like she own it
She got some bitch niggas involved, they be in cars
That used to shoot dice in back of the M rob
All praise due to them papers, got me watchin' my neighbors
If I don't know you, do me no favors
And thats comin' from the horses mouth, reppin' east west and south
Nigga front we airin' him out
Old timer said don't leave the label 'til you're paid
And hold yours down from the cradle to the grave
Sharp as the cut the barber gave you with the shave
Handgun, but you harder wit the gauge
So go ahead front for us, we savage
It's war, consider this collateral damage
And we even did some joints in Spanish
We control the entire zone and punks sayin' ?Bi amon?
That explains why I'm not home
You Don't Know Me
featuring Harve Joe Hooker Pierre
[Chorus-Joe Hooker]
You have never seen my face before
You don't know me
Oh, no
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
Oh, no
[Black Rob]
You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug
You say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unplugged
Everywhere I go, results hound our love
Black unbless them like the heavens up above
Catch me in the new wave carriage with Sinbad and Etro
The nigga is growin' H20
Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it grow
Right now my main concern is making it blow
Guns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yo
I'm not the one that hit them with the banjo
Here y'all is, bringing my fingerprints
Up in them camaras and shit like I was ??
Ask her if she seen my face
Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little Jacob
Wasn't even out here in New York State
Trying to play me like a goat, like my name was Scape
Now you mad, son
Repeat 1
Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin'
We out to Mexico, fourth one filled weekend
At least I thought I was, they had the whole place strung
Still thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em up
Kick the door in, I find Satan
From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'em
I'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantly
And Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it's hard to get
Hit me with the 411, and the gun
And the nigga hit me low, transfered funds from Big Pun
Conversation, job well done
Fuck this lifestyle now, shit, y'all do it all for fun
Rippin' the frames, got at least 20 different names
Know at least 20 different games with different lames
Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passports
Slangs and flat on ass coffins, still
Y'all don't know
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffy
Seven numbers, told Harve to call Puffy
Say they got his man locked down in six-ten
Gotta get him out, not now but right now
Catch him when they shift him when they open the yard
Hurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guard
On the humble, I'ma just wait for y'all to come through
Creat a diversion for me, I start a rumble
Holdin' me, they ain't even take my flicks
Got on Simmy's, they ain't even take my shit
Got my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be fools
On the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoes
I'ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrations
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'
Straight up out a crystal face, like I'm Jason
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'
You late
[Chorus to end]
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
I told y'all it my time to shine
July 19, 1999
WHOA! (Extended Remix)
featuring Rah Digga, Lil' Cease, G-Dep, Da Brat, Beanie Sigel, Puff Daddy, Madd Rapper,
Joe Hooker, Shyne, Godzilla
[Black Rob]
We gon' take this all around the world
Yo, I'm 'bout ready to put y'all up on something else, man
(Whatcha gon' put us up on, man?)
Yo, this part two of the raw (We ain't never gonna stop)
Okay, y'all know what this is
The remix, you know what I mean? (Life Stories)
Allright, anything ill you see it's WHOA! (I know that)
Like for instance, Black Rob is WHOA! (Oh no doubt)
And Bad Boy is WHOA! (No doubt)
And that's it, man, word up
[Rah Digga]
Digga on a Black Rob track like WHOA!
Brick City where we smack cops back like WHOA!
My whole crew dime pieces in the Jeep like WHOA!
Juicy lips, big tits, pussy deep like WHOA!
Don't trip, on the mic I'm the bitch like WHOA!
Be the illest when I spit, see my flicks like WHOA!
Chicken heads wanna know where I shop like WHOA!
Rah single knocking niggas out they socks like WHOA!
Everywhere honey go, cats jock me like WHOA!
Digga puttin' TVs on the cotties like WHOA!
Rah first featured on The Score like WHOA!
Whores tried to run up on my draws like WHOA!
C'mon, Digga got smoke and I freaked the funk
H-Town where they lean, ATL where they crunk like WHOA!
Shouts to everybody I know
High pro, nice toes, Rah shows, tight flows like WHOA!
[Lil' Cease]
Cease come through with the E-Pills like WHOA!
A bunch of white hoes following like WHOA!
They pulling my pants down, shit, I'm like WHOA!
They giving me head now, we all like WHOA!
She swallowed the whole dick, I'm like WHOA!
The ass was thick, the back drop was like WHOA!
Daddy, long stroke, give it to 'em like WHOA!
Cease-a-lee bad with a phone like WHOA!
My bitch blow silently like WHOA!
Cock it back, squeeze one more time like WHOA!
You wanna be B.I.G., nigga, picture that WHOA!
I'm a friend, yo, nigga, right where you set it at WHOA!
Your flow ain't WHOA! Your crew ain't WHOA!
Your ice ain't WHOA! Your Benz ain't WHOA!
Black Rob, M.A.F.I.A., smoke 'dro
Get dough, nice hoes, nice clothes like WHOA!
[G-Dep]
G-Dep spit fire like WHOA! (G-Dep, let's go)
Bust two slugs through your tire like WHOA!
Tyin' up the getaway driver like WHOA!
Frontin' like you live, but we liver like WHOA!
Gettin' electrified trying to touch it like WHOA!
You reach wrong, might lose your arm like WHOA!
Got the detanator in my palm like WHOA!
3-2-1 hit the bomb like WHOA!
I'm a beast, born in the Belly like WHOA!
Excursion, stolen perellies like WHOA!
I don't think there's nothing y'all can tell me that's WHOA!
So I'ma just wreck the show, get the dough like WHOA!
Wait! Stop the tape!
I live the fast life and I only stop for cake like WHOA!
My niggas, get dough, get low, hit 'dro, hit hoes, spit flows like WHOA!
[Da Brat]
When the cuchie get wet, it's real juicy like WHOA!
You fuck up my check, I'm calling Lucy like WHOA!
I fell off in the club 20 deep like WHOA!
Lit up about five blunts a piece like WHOA!
When my new shit drop, it's gon' be like WHOA!
When the 34-Bs fill up the bra they like WHOA!
When niggas see the size of my tits they like WHOA!
When the chrome rim shine on they neck they like WHOA!
Ugh! I swallow on every finger like WHOA!
Same bitch who said the goldier scent lingers like WHOA!
Shit, what bitch is hotter, I'm most requested it like WHOA!
I'm Unrestricted, mic perfected like WHOA!
The bitch got jazzy, I had to slap her like
(*immitating slapping sounds*)
When niggaz ask me the rap for free I'm like WHOA!
My niggaz, So So, Plat, Gold, Brat code, flyin' bigga, type clothes WHOA!
[Beanie Sigel]
Sigel came to set up shop, you gotta ROLL!
Everytime I gotta step on the block, they like WHOA!
Them young 'uns see the print of the glock be like WHOA!
Everytime I'm spinning the block, they like WHOA!
Niggas talk about Can I go? I'm like NO!
I'm all about the dough, ain't got no time for no HOE!
You catch me on the block on my ground wit' these HOES!
Takin' nines up the nose straight FROZE!
Got 'em coming back everytime like WHOA!
I got 'em doing petty shit crimes like WHOA!
They do anything for the niggas like WHOA!
They know my shit fresh off the boat like WHOA!
I grips the gat, hit your ass up, come thru in the truck slow like WHOA!
My niggas get dough, get locked, get out, get low, get mo' like WHOA!
[Black Rob]
I hit to the scene in '95 like WHOA! (Romeo, Romeo)
Broke like a motherfuckin' dog like WHOA!
Robbin' niggaz cribs in Mid-Town like WHOA!
Plus I'm on the run from my PO like WHOA!
I remember spendin' shakes on the floor like WHOA!
Takin' niggaz' numbers and we flip it like WHOA!
Now y'all see the God on TV you like WHOA!
Doin' my dance wit' PD like WHOA!
Now I got the house and my whip it's like WHOA!
Jewels, every other ice clear like WHOA!
Shit, L.O.X. left and Ma$e retired like WHOA!
So I threw the label on my back like WHOA!
And more less, more so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in a X-5 like WHOA!
My niggas like dough, light dro', nitro, my flow, nice clothes like WHOA!
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, uh uh, it ain't over yet, man
You know how them...the DJs...y'all gotta...
Spin it back around and start it from the top
I ain't gonna make you do that on this remix
We gon' keep it going
We gon' give you a little taste of the WHOA! young guns
Bad Boy baby
We won't stop cuz we can't stop
AAAAHHHH!!
[Shyne]
WHOA! Keep the stainless on my hip like WHOA!
Shoulda seen the bitches tits like WHOA!
Put it to your face for the cake like WHOA!
Expert, six to your shirt like WHOA!
Sin is a problem in Harlem like WHOA!
Born in BK wit a dick like WHOA!
Got wit BR, spit a bar like WHOA!
D's on my back, spit the gats like WHOA!
Had to cool off, smokin' Newport WHOA!
Did the video that had the feds like WHOA!
Blow off the heezy toilet weezy like WHOA!
Sheezy G B so she easy like WHOA!
Shit, God bless, for the dough, I pop the pussy
Come through in a Volvo like WHOA!
Flag roll, high clothes, high low, spit the bar like WHOA!?
[Joe Hooker]
I feel the dirty, feel the nozzle dirty
North Carolina, I don't know shit WHOA!
This shit be good too 'em like WHOA!
Smoke fat bones and a pot of rice WHOA!
I know I ain't right, but fuck it WHOA!
Picture with a jacket change chump like WHOA!
Chasin' with a half a water pipe like WHOA!
Y'all keep actin' like y'all niggas can get it WHOA!
Fuck around and hafta loose your balance like WHOA!
Cuz I'll slap ya coochie fine, ya like WHOA!
Man, let's get this nigga crunk like WHOA!
And tear this fuckin' club up like WHOA!
More or less, more or so, I'll kick your asshole
I am the fast life come through in a dump truck like WHOA!
My people like my flow, nice clothes like WHOA!
[Madd Rapper]
I really hate you fucking guys the Madd Rapper's like UGH!
Ain't gotta fuckin' die, my shit happen they like UGH!
I'm coming after yo' ice, gon' pull a heist, you like UGH!
Cuz I'm the Family Court, my daughter mom, she needs UGH!
Brooklyn niggas ride trains, we steal your chains you like UGH!
I steal your mics and pull the plugs at your shows you like WHA!
Your new Timbs, I'm steppin' all on your toes, you like WHA!
I hittin' the nigga, spill my drink on your clothes you like WHA!
I got a 20 in trash, I smoke a 'dro I'm like WHOA!
And I'm bootleggin' your albums, I need the dough, you like WHA!
I know you hearing my shit, y'all know my shit, I'm like WHOA!
Well, my album quarter read', I'm fairly sick, I'm like WHOA!
No sales, no plaques, no shows, no world tours
I live a wack life so I'm trying to live yours I'm like WHOA!
My niggas, Black Rob, Bad Boy, Crazy Cat, Madd Rapper
That's that I'm like WHOA!
[Puff Daddy]
Bad Boy 2000 WHOA!
We're baaaack
We ain't never going to stop (Life Stories)
Joe Hooker is like WHOA!
Shot back is like WHOA!
Black Rob is like WHOA!
Alumni
Bad Boy baby WHOA!
M.A.F.I.A.
Queen Bee WHOA!
D-Dot
Family WHOA! (This the remix y'all)
Now we ain't never gon' stop
WHOA!
Bad Boy is like WHOA!
We been like WHOA! for 10 years
Just bounce
Whoa
Yo I'm bout on something man
When u see something ill know what I mean, that shit is whoa
Anything ill u see is whoa
Nigga have a big 6 at the club that's whoa
Especially if he got the fully equip kit on it's whoa
U know what I mean, like yo
( Verse 1 )
I had this bad bitch Uptown, she was whoa!
Had me fucked up in the head I mean whoa!
Bought this bitch diamonds and perils, I mean whoa!
Should've seen them shits shinning on her wrist, whoa!
Now money ain't a problem, see my doe is like whoa!
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggas like whoa!
Floss da blue shrimp from two-tenth like whoa!
Faggot wanna be my blue prints, I'm like whoa!
Had to hit the brakes on ya niggas like whoa!
Niggas getting bagged on my block like whoa!
Coming home within a half-hour like whoa!
Frontin like they had the man power like whoa!
More or less, more or so
( Chorus )
I'll rip ya torso
I live the fast life, come through porshe slow like whoa!
My niggas like doe, like dro
Nitro, my flows, nice clothes like whoa!
( Verse 2 )
Each payin with cocaine like whoa!
Now I'm doc strange in da range like whoa!
Hundred miles an hour, swithing lanes like whoa!
Plus I'm getting brain from this chick like whoa!
Nigga near lick her asshole like whoa!
See him floss bitches and bitches like whoa!
'99 Jag benz coup like whoa!
Keep them g's nines on ya blocks like whoa!
When they threw ya window bitch like whoa!
Love to see me do this shit like whoa!
Niggas put me through this shit like whoa!
So I'm a go toe to toe, blow for blow like whoa!
( Chorus )
( Verse 3 )
We bag it, then flip it like whoa!
Cars we jack it then strip it like whoa!
Fully equip it front to back that's whoa!
Spitting on fiends that come for crack like whoa!
Asking for shorts and shit nigga like whoa!
Half on his crome, now nigga that's whoa!
Flow so properly you'll see I'm whoa!
Ain't no stopping me, I'm deep like whoa!
Guns be popping B, we creep like whoa!
Hear my name in these streets it's like whoa!
Must I pound the concrete like whoa!
Till this bitch ass has defeat like whoa!
Ya man ain't whoa!
The judge ain't whoa!
C-E-Os ain't whoa!
P-Os ain't whoa!
Play y'all self I get the G.I. Joe
D-I-C, K ryders ain't whoa!
( Chorus )
Niggas getting money VA is whoa!
Bitches looking roght in ATL is whoa!
Niggas laying low in Shytown is whoa!
Bitches taking paper in LA is whoa!
Niggas stacking doe in DC is whoa!
PRDR hold me down like whoa!
Niggas in Detroit hold me down like whoa!
Niggas getting money in New Orleans whoa!
Boston and Jersey, my niggas is whoa!
Florida niggas, Philly niggas is whoa!
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is whoa!
Memphis and Lil Rock, my niggas is whoa!
My New York niggas hold me down like whoa!
My Panama niggas hold me down like whoa!
Pampaya hold me down like whoa!
My man Dice Raw hold me down like whoa!
The whole Bad Boy hold me down like whoa!
NC, SC hold me down like whoa!
My man Buck Wild hold me down like whoa!
Allumni dog hold me down like whoa!
My man PD hold me down like whoa!
The whole JM hold me down like whoa!
Whole East Side hold me down like whoa!
My man P.I. hold me down like whoa!
( Whoa! as it fades out )
Thug Story
[Black Rob]
Heeeeeeerrrreeee we go...
Once upon a time not long ago
when I was outta town movin work with Zo
I used to bring my nigga B.R.
and niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock
Once we kill Rob we takin over the block
They did the job, but didnt suceed
When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe
They started bustin and'a bustin filled my ribs like crusting
had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin
One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin erratic
But he fell, two slugs from my semi-automatic
Ran two blocks there was cops all over
Then I dipped into the building ???
Banged on the door of apartment 83
Some lady start screamin like she was afraid of me
Ran to the roof like Fuck that sista
Ask an old man Can you help me mista?
Got to the roof clutchin my four-four
open up the door, yo guess who I saw (Who?)
Black and ?Deaf? now, ain't this proper
Guns drawn full of ??? toward the helicopter
Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered
Body all battered, and clothes all tattered
Deep in my heart I wanted revenge
but I let the shit slide til I saw 'em again
Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And)
Thats the way I gotta end this shit
He was only one fiend, tryin to live a thugs dream
Slugs to the chest, shoulda heard him scream
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live
Good night...good night
Knock 'em out the box Black
[Black Rob]
I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up
Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up
All thats on my mind is revenge revenge
Justin and a few dogs kicked the door of the hinge
Go with the drawers on, man its cold as shit
Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit
He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph
Not knowin that he might get killed himself
Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I.
It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye
he was screamin tryin grab her actin like he had to have her
Swept him off his feet but got sliced with the dagger
Well in these times, well atleast to me
No true niggas rollin come in sets of three
And they won't stop rollin til you let them see
All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves
Barely out the crib caught one in the leg
Couldn't even get my ??? had to leave 'em for dead (Damn)
That's cold, yeah I know, but the cold in the streets
the one who escaped is the one holdin the heat
Before I breeze grab coke out the freeze
By the time y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize
With some bad asian chick layin between my knees
While I'm blowin off some trees, pumpin B.I.G.'s
Greastest hits, this was my latest shit
Watch how niggas act when they play this shit
This a lesson, shits for real no dressing
No ?lip? infestin, crab cats I'm addressin
Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, fresh off the rack
All you cowards and nasty ass hoes step the fuck back
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live
Good night...good night
Knock 'em out the box Black
Thats right
Black Rob, the craziest presentation
All you bitches
Bad Boy, Life stories
Alumni
Crumbs, crumbs
Uhh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob
Where Black Rob at?
PD world tourer, Harlem horror
We back
Yeah, ya, ya, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
So what you gon do now?
Sorry, let's go
Yo Black Rob, makin' all stops
We gon' party till this motherfucking ball drops, snatchin' all props
Switchin' gears on the Ducati, cats schemin' prob'ly
But we ain't tryin' na hurt nobody
(We ain't tryin' na hurt nobody)
We just tryin' na make it clear, there B.R. is here
And we come to lock it down this year
So without further ado, we bring to you
(Without further ado)
You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
(Your highness)
I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror
Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer
The underworld figure, mo morals
Small shit it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas
I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits
That shit flip it, it's off the hook, it's unlisted
The wizard like Juwan Howard
I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power
It's on dude, I warned you before the wildin'
My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island
I'm sayin', I try to tell 'em how I do due to the fact you
Was duckin' my debut, duckin' the ginsu
B.R., natural born threat
He got his tech and I ain't even put it on yet
Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon
To the death, till one of us got no breath left
Protect that neck
Yo Black Rob, makin' all stops
We gon' party till this motherfucking ball drops, snatchin' all props
Switchin' gears on the Ducati, cats schemin' prob'ly
But we ain't tryin' na hurt nobody
(We ain't tryin' na hurt nobody)
We just tryin' na make it clear, there B.R. is here
And we come to lock it down this year
So without further ado, we bring to you
(Without further ado)
You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
(Your highness)
I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you
Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles
At last stuck you, and your so called team
Them so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen
Caught me, diggin' in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light green
Watching my cream, stopping my cream
Shit's been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all
I mean I'm just limpin' 'cuz right now I see the profit
Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it
Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics
And I'ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it
That's real, I'ma tell you how the black man feel
Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel
Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status
Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us
We ain't mad though, we got the bulletproof dough
And that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein' his dough
You'd be the same baby
Yo Black Rob, makin' all stops
We gon' party till this motherfucking ball drops, snatchin' all props
Switchin' gears on the Ducati, cats schemin' prob'ly
But we ain't tryin' na hurt nobody
(We ain't tryin' na hurt nobody)
We just tryin' na make it clear, there B.R. is here
And we come to lock it down this year
So without further ado, we bring to you
(Without further ado)
You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
(Your highness)
Yo, when I walk up in the place all eyes is on me
Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy
Can't underestimate me I beg your pardon
If y'all ain't had guns I probably wouldn't of brought my squadron
But unfortunately it's that war outside
And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride
They call me PD, holy like Koran
Rockin Sean John, poppin Sean Don
Fucking ghetto Don Juan
Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure
Might have to check a few cats for good measure
Playboy you know the drilly, y'all cats is real silly
What I gotta do sell another ten milly
It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down
It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it
Ain't shit changed, same shit stains, in the business
Approach me, play me closely, hopin' hopefully
(Keep hopin')
Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya
Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula
And this year, I'm gonna hit 'em severe
Ayo Paul, get the Bent let's get the fuck up outta here
Yo Black Rob, makin' all stops
We gon' party till this motherfucking ball drops, snatchin' all props
Switchin' gears on the Ducati, cats schemin' prob'ly
But we ain't tryin' na hurt nobody
(We ain't tryin' na hurt nobody)
We just tryin' na make it clear, there B.R. is here
And we come to lock it down this year
So without further ado, we bring to you
(Without further ado)
You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
(Your highness)
Yo Black Rob, makin' all stops
We gon' party till this motherfucking ball drops, snatchin' all props
Switchin' gears on the Ducati, cats schemin' prob'ly
But we ain't tryin' na hurt nobody
(We ain't tryin' na hurt nobody)
We just tryin' na make it clear, there B.R. is here
And we come to lock it down this year
So without further ado, we bring to you
(Without further ado)
You highness, Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
Yo, yo
Nobody knew where he came from or got his name from
All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun
He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail
Now he, we livin? and makin a lotta mil
Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat
But niggas like him always got the gat
Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon
Call them hoes, we hit in Cancoon, get them a room
At the Radison over Madison
I'm imaginin? somewhere down the line
Im'a have to use my gat again
I'm alright with stayin? up all night
And puffin? dark chocolate trees ?til the dark turns light
That nigga seen us, you actin? like there's no beef between us
Act like, he ain't got cream swayin?
The dope fiends around the co'na
You [unverified] he got me on'na
Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us
Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched
I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust
In the club one night, war spittin? at us
In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush
Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Made them hoes approach duke on some, "How ya doin' shit"
Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin? with his silence
(Sho' man)
Just like I thought, he about to get caught
They goin? all out in the backseat suckin? 'em off
Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose ?em
(Alright)
Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to 'em
He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was small
When he used to ball and mess with Polly down the hall
Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame
Gotta [unverified] with his name, Im'a put in his brain
But slow down, he's pullin? over, park right behind that Nova
If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the motor
He tryin? to draw attention to us
This ain't the time, baby boy, this is about to blow up
Syncronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock it
Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us
Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched
I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust
In the club one night, war spittin? at us
In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush
Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Just off the plane on a New York vacation 'ang
Come on, let?s get gone, nigga it?s on a gang
Swervin? in the rain and workin? the woodgrain
We did about two [unverified]
Now feel the pain
And if its affectin? you, it involves me in it
And it?s all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute
We've established innocence, this Benz ain't rigged
Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate
Even the corner cowboy [unverified] hennesy straight
Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction
I sense tension here
And some nigga over there's givin? us his undivided attention
Aiyyo Rob, yo, is that this nigga
(Who?)
Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin' with choo?
Want you want me to do?
Who you want me to run over, and run through?
With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you
We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true
This nigga done did somethin? that he can't undo
And anybody who came here with him deserves one too
Is it true fuckin? up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes
I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow
Keep the casket closed
How you kids gonna get gay back to you, that?s how it goes
Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south
Up top it gon' stop
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us
Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched
I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust
In the club one night, war spittin? at us
In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush
Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us
Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched
I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust
In the club one night, war spittin? at us
In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush
Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Muscle Game
featuring Mark Curry Mario Winans
Yeah
Uhh, uh oh, startin to feel this, startin to feel it
[Black Rob]
Yo who these cats think they is, takin they biz
That's roun here, yo dog don't even go there
This is ours, we built this from the ground on up
Now it's flowers, I think you besta round on up
Your entourage, slim chance of y'all gettin large
It's non-cipher, that's because B.R.'s in charge
It's set here, cats is known for gettin whet here
And left here, till the cops come pick us up...
[Mark Curry]
Step in a territory that's corrupt, pushin your luck
Intrudin wishes is already sowed up, nigga fold up
You and your crew and peoples will get slain
This aint the place to try and gain fame from
You gets burnt in the streets a nigga worked hard to make
And I'll be damned if I let another brother take it
Alive for his own sake, they better vacate
Promptly, for they get they ass stomped
Listen take heed to what we sayin niggas
CHORUS
[Black Rob]
We won't lie, sometimes we stick em up
Last time it was enough though word life some hoes did em up
And nine glocks set em up
I know it was your dough, cuz I was right there when they split it up
I could tell you where to find the corpse
But that cheddar, I'm afraid dog that's gone forever
[Mark Curry]
Greed for wealth got us stingy, we got a spot that's hot
Niggas envy, the fact that we clock mad dough
They wanna see us shut down but no
I don't think so, the crew is still rakin the cash flow
For every dime bag sold on this block we want in
One slug behind the back it's under the skin
When niggas try to step to the block and bogard
We can't see it happenin, warn them first, get the fuck out of Dodge
Better believe that, test it, see if we won't put you on your back
Niggas
CHORUS
[Black Rob]
Now bein that it's all out war, I'm bringin more than that 4-4
Watch me dispose of all yall
Yall fraud ass niggas, tape me reboard ass niggas
Gun bigger than sword ass niggas
Now enter in the ring gun drawn, makin moves like pawns
Two at a time, comin for mine
Like a song nigga CBS, he cant' be serious finesse
He don't believe I keep a gun in the vest
[Mark Curry]
You think you can disgrace this empire, we built from scratch
You stupid, I wouldn't care how ruthless your crew is
We got defense on this area, try to attack
Mad niggas on the barriers that's dyin of blast back
They be no givin and no takin, definitely no breakin
Laws we lay down, here's the situation
Severe torture is what those who don't feel us face
I show no love for a punk ass nigga we hate
Try to pay me no bribe, then come up missin
Happens to hard headed niggas when they don't listen
I gave you fair warnin bout the danger you're messin with
A stranger invadin the street corners are goners
Try me, if you think it's a lie, the attitude many niggas had
But in the process many die
Fakin they can step to the block and bogard
And couldn't see it happenin, warned em first get the fuck outta Dodge
CHORUS
Black rob & puff daddy
Verse one: black rob
I met her uptown on dikeland, to heighten
Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook
About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street
She say, 'yeah, they from over on mayfair'
Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
They want beef out here, they gon' get it
In the worst way, i'ma show em how black play
Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the benjamins, true that be the motto
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
(I'll get you back)
Chorus: repeat 2x
I love you baby no you don't
You drive me crazy that's right
I'll never betray thee uhh
I love you baby c'mon
Verse two: black rob (starts rapping during the chorus)
Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street
Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
Babe bro told him, 'you wanna get money, see black
When you get home', we never had chance to get up
And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
And plan your extermination, word
Chorus
Verse three: puff daddy
It took a while to peep your style, miss i-be-in-workin
Low profile single, house in staten island
And manhattan while, them same cats
You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without some type of injury
Nah kill it, i'ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, i'ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end, she had to be the last bitch standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it's over
Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
And admire how the chick went out
Life Story
the world aint no diffrent now
the world aint no diffrent now...
never had a dime
my life a crime
had be when i was nine
mom drunk off of wine
ran with all kind her mind stayed wit the stooper
till a point she paid no mind to the supper
stay mad but stay fronting with smiles
stayed on the groung once and a while
first day of school
never had nutin to style
mister colondre stressin i aint comin in a while
it was a bummber
rocking the shit i rocked all summer
on the first day i was feeling some kind of way
and she wasnt trying to do nutin
you would think for the sake of the kids she would enroll in school or
something
now i kno then was even harder
especially for a single mother
raising me with no father
shit living up in this tentament
eating stale m and m's
talking wild shit to spanish imigrants
i speak in codes
man to sivrence
always quiet then ben dichon to my madre
even thought she did nutin for me
acknowledge me as i run down my life story
you dont kno how crazy it is outside
i die inside
oh ive cried oh ive cried
do you forgive me?? do you forgive me??
check the skit
no body never gave me shit
if anything a nigga frame me and make me get
3 to 6 my first bid
no doubt up in sparfard
had to be 12 son had to make a profit
remembering robbed my moms wit no guilt
eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk
in school i smacked cats in a hurry
moms didnt care she was getting drunk wit misses berray
on the first floor
i used to thrist for greenary
picking pockets wit seth and jay from hundred and sixth street
yo fuck home
im tired of geting punched in my dome
tired of this faggot ass nigga moan
thats when i started roaming
my hustling game is deep
cats ya heard
ran from san fran to manhat tan to newburg
Notorious tell ya friends spread the word
glorious my life story is obsurd
chorus repeat 2x
home from elmira
got a little writer
im gonna keep it real still a scheme man coniver
recognize the struggle live it like a thug do
hatred in my heart but inside i love you
see no matter what i will extend my arms to hug you
knowing i am just like you, i am like the double
all i wanna kno is how u pound me down
yo this shit is real and u realy jerked me around
but any way i am geting paid wit puff now
i can cop u a house i can send you some stuff now
so many levels jail take you
i appreciate jail because it made me appreciate you
ive been through fire and birth stone
used to be ???? not i cop the gem stone
i remembered when you rushed me
the time you said you should of flushed me
i forgive you ma trust me
chorus repeat till end
