Black Sheep

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

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

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

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?

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?

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"

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?

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

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

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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(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

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.

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.

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

Intro
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

Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You!
Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You!

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"

[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?