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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? I dreamed that I was.. hard |
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Verse One
It's times like this that I've gotta crack a smile If about anything, than it's gotta be style What happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do the proving, Dres, of the Black Sheep Yo, let's get the Sheep moving I'd like to pay a tribute, to what, to knocking boots I'm single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots But there's another, the other The brother on the cover I brought along, I brought along I brought along, Lawnge I do a not a trio move your bootie cause I say so Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe Now I hold a microphone, but this is what I wanted A pocket full of panonie, better me than those that front it Dropping bombs, lovely, make 'em jet without their Jetta Keep fronting if you're wanting but I bet ya the Beretta Punctuates and exclamates, the lingo I let go Not that it's my style cuz I let go my ego Be it just us, just you or just me or just who Never am I full, gotta to get residuals Pronto, Tonto Was engine number nine I'm out to get the nickels, quarters, pennies and the dimes Butt in the meantime, I try to hawk one I try to hawk one, in the meantime Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one I try to hawk one in the meantime Verse Two At last, Black Sheep on wax And finally, it's for himself that Mista Lawnge is laying tracks Now I won't dally your fiddle Give ya more than bits and kibble Or is it kibbles and bits that became hits, now there's a riddle Believe me, cuz you see, I do understand Heard a jam that was flam Bought the album, Van Damme, it's weak But for the moment, I won't speak Upon this, I mean that, I mean those, I mean them I mean there, I mean here, damn Yo, whatcha trying say Dres? Yo let me try this again Ya see, this is rather funky, the style that I'm displaying Somewhat bona fide, on the side of okay and Finally, your hunger for dopeness is full Hmmm, please excuse me, Yo, turn it up a decibel For I am about to rip a style That will make heads bop awhile So please step to the right, if ya suck Should I do 'em Violators "Ahh, what the fuck?" Moving, yes I'm moving, am I moving? "Goony gu-gu" Say la say la what, say la say la say la "pu-pu" Say it in a second, after Dres is finished wrecking As I'm wrecking, gotcha checking Step to this and Dres will deck Verse Three Surprising you, I'm rising, Dresmerizing and subliminalizing Black Sheep are here, we're breaking all ties And making songs that are prolific Specific as terrific Move a body in the city to both sides of the Pacific I'm Dres and you are not You're cold, I'm hot which means I'm soon to boil bootie Your bootie, your bootie, the butt, but still you think your royal Are you mad, are you jealous Overjoyed or over zealous? Hold your glass and sip For when you held the mike you couldn't rip Before your mike went hush Keep sipping stupid lush I know I'll be all right tonight I took my time, I didn't rush I didn't blush, I didn't frown Got up to get down Henceforth, I'm getting down and dirty, G You thought that I would not be Stupid, Cupid, or elupid I sting ya like a bumble Where's the bee, here I be Can'tcha see, can'tcha peep? If you're sleeping then wake up If you're stinking then wash up If you're creeping, then catch up You're rolling with the Black Sheep |
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Dag, I wish I was like Jordan So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson So I could just knock people's heads off Naaw, more like Prince So I could pull all the honeys Well a brother like Chi Ali is pullin all the honeys anyway But still, it would be nice First Verse What's goin on kid? At times I dress to be in I see you grinnin I'm beginnin to think that we're friends And if we are friends, then we are far from fools So I will then kiss and let you into my sphere cool Now listen I'm known, as a Black Sheep And if you try to pull the cover and attempt to sleep You won't get rest naaaah You can not sleep on this For I make noise... see But anyway, I It's where I live and though therefore I pray with hay> I live on nonetheless Someime I've got my body and my intellect I'm buddha blessed Now my chalantness Or rather lack of this You call the spade a spade well I will call the spade a kiss Butt in the meantime You try to And if the source I get a verbal bat Until I get through that we are rich with wealth Can you understand that you should be yourself? > s twice 'Bah bah Black Sheep' ed three Have U.N.E. Pull / times Or are you full of sheep Tryin to pull the wool Second Verse What's goin on black? You want a hand to smack Well I can never be all that So I will give you daps I do the 'Hey yo' Your girl is on the strobe? Oh no that's kind of trip But gee I gotta go You see it's not the style of me So I'm not mending And I won't pull you leg Nor start pretending to be a fair weather with a plea to come Cause you never let me hold your You see it's like this I'll start explaining Dres is down with self maintaining Don't say I can't, I know that I can Black Sheep rule, me and my man Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres Baby sounds are in the sphere better do as Chris says As for me, to say just how You didn't know me then so you could never know me now Third verse What's goin on hon? You say you're out for fun I got a pocket full of posies You say I got a fun Then take a step back Away from Flipper I'd rather shoot you with the joint inside my zipper But not to be fresh For then I lose the groove I'd rather see you smile And move your booty smooth Then I get to know ya Got things to show ya Is there the chance of me gettin over And over and over and over and over again Now tell me Are you gonna let me in For it's gettin hot what I have have not Give me a second though I have a mansion and a yacht A caddy for my daddy somethin new for mom too A coat for Mista Lawnge and some hook-ers for the crew Honey don't get mad You know my love is greater But, I'll dig you later 'I can dig it' > ed six times with gradually decreasing emphasis |
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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 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 aaaaaah It's nice looking at you, I just have to go My man is right over there Where you going? I have to go Huhhhhh? 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 ahhhhhhh, 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 lets 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 ahhhhhhh Honey take a hike, go fly a kite And I don't mean to be impolite But yo, I'm outta here aight? |
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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 What's up? Yo man, why don't you be kicking some records about you know, theDres laughing] Yeah yeah Yo, what the fuck are you laughing at? |
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Hello how ya doing? Can we keep it moving?
It's the KJ-52 along with the John Reuben And we steady cooling mic checking one two and The choice is yours now 'cause this is what we doing You can get with this 'cause this for us is life But if you get with this understand this is Christ Otherwise you other guys get with that Mr.John Reuben, can you tell me where the parties at? Alright thanks my friend from the sons of 'In' We move to the rhythm without wondering Yeah we comes first all is under him Take a dope emcee and then double him And you got two, ok that's me and you Mr.John Ru with the KJ-52 Doing what it takes to light up the ear hole A lot of energy absolutely no soul You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" We got phat beats but what the fact's be Is that without Christ then the track be empty So understand simply that we ain't just emcee's We simply just state that, "Christ has changed me" Look at us strangely yo it's all the same B We don't care now peep the message we send thee So real swiftly when the enemy tempts me I'm like"Do da dippity' c'mon" I'm going this and that I write that and this But if that's not life well then it must be dismissed No time for negative gotta be positive Clear and sincere I think we state the obvious or is it? 'Cause I found this to be true So many times I do what I hate to do Brought back to the fact I'm in need of you But then again what else is really new? You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" Engine engine number 9, party peoples feeling fine If your life goes off the track Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Ya back on the scene crispy and clean You can get with that plus the gat and cream Or you can get with this and let Christ reign supreme But now the choice is still yours, you see what I mean? You see we seek like in abundance All right Yahweh came through and then gave me substance Overflowing we let it spill on the mic Embrace the truth and then we keep it focused right Despite obstacles can't let it sway me Even though at times my vision get hazy I say we stay on the path that leads to life No matter how narrow we can't lose sight You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" |
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| 4:04 |
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You know what?
Huh? You know what? What? You know what? You know what? The Sugar D I C D A D I E That's just a title, explaining who I be Mista L A W N G E I take a sucker from any phil and injure thee Now that I've spelled it out And you like the way it sounds I'm dissing rap music and rap music on the grounds You say I'm full of sheep And for that I give a pound The Sugar Dick Daddy Mista Lawnge to break it down Ladies, step to me for a real neat treat And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge You can call me sweet meat I wear protection, you won't catch claps here Come over later, but first go get a pap smear Nine point five okay dear? And don't forget clean underwear Cause I don't want the funk to flow After after I'm done, yo ya gotta go 'Don't you know ho, don-tcha know ho' Okay enough is enough, time to get that off my bladder And dig deep into the subject matter You know what? You know what? I'm sick and tired of rappers not real And suckers makin' it with a pop feel Labels signin acts with nuff bills Tax write off, cause you have no skills You go make a demo get a deal and start to sprout Gold, platinum, and then start sellin out You get a Benz and trash the Nova Double platinum, and start crossin over Then you get fall, I won't give examples HINT HINT, they use the same old samples But not the Sheep for we are sleek and unique Top of the peek and others are weak Follow the words that I speak The situation is bleak But this is the fly shit that you seek When the style is dope Mista Lawnge'sa particapator If you wanna battle, later Cause Black Sheep are certified greater than But, I said later man 'I can dig it' You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? I turn on the radio Be a prime time to a late night rap show Here, the same old, same old And that's on your, new single Your product, is a product, of no productivity Can ya, see G? You kick a wack style And claim to have brains Take the funky drummer and give him back to James I'm dope, I'm dope Heh, I can't cope Keep your cordless, cause you bore this You say you're sure, yeah but I'm the surest That, Black Sheep are unique Funk clever brothers that will make the church girl freak Out, without a doubt You have no wins in a '91 bout So shout, pout,do what you want But you're out the picture And I'ma get you sucka Cause youse a dumb mothafucka Better off as a tractor trail trucker But movin right along to the Woodstock Stop, remember when the band was on rock Negro music, heh, seperated It blew up and became rap and you hated it That's of course till you see A motherfucker that, could be in your family Drop s then you hear it With glee, then only thing it tells me Is that you know a good thing when you see it. You run to get a ten Cause you cannot be it So, off the top off my head I guess I keep it rollin Till aaaaaaah... the rap gets stolen Like so many other things called theft And when it's gone what will be left YOU sucker, dumb fucker don't turn blue You know what? Talkin' to you You know what? Chump You know what? You know what? |
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| 4:19 |
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Second Verse
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 kncokin 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? Chorus Third Verse 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 Chorus |
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Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff; It ain't doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on. So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact uhhhhh First Verse Listen to me honey, Ah, honey listen here please. If sexy were a virus, Then you have a disease. Slamming is your styling Let me speak for a while and Tell you all about the grand slamming. (Why are you smiling?) Let's do the uptown slide, Don't need a transfer or auto ride. We only need a cab with us inside. Finally finally we got uptown, And when we got uptown, Honey's drawers came down. Did the audio visual, She had the residual. Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. Pull. I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow. Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow. Then she started feeling, Yes it was appealing. I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling. We started five play, She said that she would come. I said it wasn't four play, Because I used my thumb. Nibbled on her neck, Oh, what the heck, She said, 'One two, one two' and went down for a mike check. Her mike sounds nice check one. Her mike sounds nice check two. She did this 'till it was all gone. I told her to slow down. But she kept on. And on, and on, and on, she kept on > ed four times (added during second line) You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby. (added during fourth line) Though your sounding as good as a CD. Second Verse Everything was Dolby, or rather was ok. She was playing Frito and I play the Lay. Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say. Yo, you can't have a show without the DJ. I entered in my drawers. To show that I was live. The hoe didn't believe that I was nine point five. She said, 'Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?' I said, 'Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.' I was erectified. I gave her the proof. And then I suggested a little roof roof. She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong, I'm the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge. Don't get offended by the position I recommended. Doggy style is my shit. The bottom is what I hit. I didn't eat her, Or Rita, just beat her, Bonita, Bonita, Bonita Uhhhhhhh! Verse Three: Q-Tip Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil. Lawnge you got the felt 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle. Now put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick. And live up to your name, Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick. As the dookie hits the fan, Here comes the horny man To finish up the task. So I'm scopein out that ass. Lawnge, she wants it, Her hands spread the butt cheeks. Tip plus Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets. Outtro God damn. Yo, somebody give me, A horny time. Somebody give me a ho. Spread the ass. Just give me a ho. No man. Somebody give me a ho. I'm gonna come in your face. Somebody give me a ho. I'm coming, in your face. Somebody give me a ho. I'm gonna come in your face. Somebody give me a ho. Bitch just let me pee on you. Let me pee on you. Let me pee on you. Somebody give me a ho. I've got the anal sun god. I've got the anal sun god. Let me pee on you. Somebody give me a ho. Ahhhhhhhh. I can't hold it no more. for the two insert lines put Somebody give me a ho |
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| 2:12 |
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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. This show was sponsored by Masinfrill douche, Maybe maxipads, and super eight inch tampons plus. Courtesy of... |
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| 4:25 |
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(B) indicates they say the following word together
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 wanna > three times The s with the following changes on the last line First time : Gimme the finga --- Second time : Pleeease Verse Two 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? Third Verse 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 |
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Dres: Yo, thanks for picking me up. I've been trying to catch a cab.
Cab Driver: Where are you going? Where are you going? Dres: Yo, I'm going uptown to the pubs. Cab Driver: I'm sorry. I can't go there. I'm sorry. Dres: To the Bronx. To the 835. Cab Driver: No, no, no. No, no. I'm sorry. I can not go. Dres: Why not. All you gotta do is jump on the Westside Highway. Cab Driver: Uhm. No, no, no. It's running to fast. My meter is running to fast. Dres: It's running too...I'll Pay. What ever it says, I'll pay you. Cab Driver: No, no, no I, I don't want to cheat you. I don't want to cheat you. Dres: Huh? Cab Driver: I don't want to cheat you. Dres: You don't want to cheat me? It's all right, it's all right. Cab Driver: No. No, no. No. My battery is weak. Dres: Take me, take me... Cab Driver: We might not make it. My battery's weak. Dres: Yo, check this out... Cab Driver: No, no, no... Dres: Take me uptown. Take me... Cab Driver: I'm sorry I can not go. Dres: Why not? Cab Driver: I'm sorry. Um, um. look what time it is. It is so late. I'm I'm off now. Dres: So, yo, yo... Cab Driver: No, no, no... Dres: Yo, take me mother fuckin' uptown. Cab Driver: No. I'm sorry I can not go. Dres: Yo check this out... Cab Driver: I'm sorry I have to go home now. Dres: Why? Cab Driver: I'm tired. Ah, I'm tired. Dres: Yo, yo you stupid mother fucker. Take me home. Cab Driver: No I can not go. Dres: Take me home. Cab Driver: No, no it's not like that. Ahh... Dres: Why? Cab Driver: I will take you home. I usually could but I can't. Dres: Why won't you take me home? Cab Driver: Ah, ah. It's so late. My wife is waiting for me. |
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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 your 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 dis 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, your 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. 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. As a player of the game, of the lifetime game I am playing. I bet your 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 was 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 to 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. 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. |
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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 A divine incline of mine is studio time |
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| 1:58 |
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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 Lyrics I been around, I been around I been around town 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 well smoke a 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 your best to play it down Then you should walk faster Don't give me a pound if you bust that 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 shot, got a catch twenty-two 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-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-after shock Some will part fly gear, while others are suckin I game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin But one thring I learned, yo roll and take it Life is what you make it |
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Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You!
Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You! |
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Hello how ya doing? Can we keep it moving?
It's the KJ-52 along with the John Reuben And we steady cooling mic checking one two and The choice is yours now 'cause this is what we doing You can get with this 'cause this for us is life But if you get with this understand this is Christ Otherwise you other guys get with that Mr.John Reuben, can you tell me where the parties at? Alright thanks my friend from the sons of 'In' We move to the rhythm without wondering Yeah we comes first all is under him Take a dope emcee and then double him And you got two, ok that's me and you Mr.John Ru with the KJ-52 Doing what it takes to light up the ear hole A lot of energy absolutely no soul You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" We got phat beats but what the fact's be Is that without Christ then the track be empty So understand simply that we ain't just emcee's We simply just state that, "Christ has changed me" Look at us strangely yo it's all the same B We don't care now peep the message we send thee So real swiftly when the enemy tempts me I'm like"Do da dippity' c'mon" I'm going this and that I write that and this But if that's not life well then it must be dismissed No time for negative gotta be positive Clear and sincere I think we state the obvious or is it? 'Cause I found this to be true So many times I do what I hate to do Brought back to the fact I'm in need of you But then again what else is really new? You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" Engine engine number 9, party peoples feeling fine If your life goes off the track Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Ya back on the scene crispy and clean You can get with that plus the gat and cream Or you can get with this and let Christ reign supreme But now the choice is still yours, you see what I mean? You see we seek like in abundance All right Yahweh came through and then gave me substance Overflowing we let it spill on the mic Embrace the truth and then we keep it focused right Despite obstacles can't let it sway me Even though at times my vision get hazy I say we stay on the path that leads to life No matter how narrow we can't lose sight You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this You can get with that or you can get with this I say, "You get with this 'cause this is where it is" |
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[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 want to be down, I know you want to 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 want to 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 want to 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 Our dicks are the planet and where are you? |
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