Intro: dres
Crumbs to the floor
Bums off the wall
Stage lamb theyand're sure i hate ya all
Like a real brawl
One to the two, two to the r
E to s-e baby pall
Doin my thing with my peeps
Verse one: dres
I bounce around the city like i was a personal check, see
Iand'm only runnin with niggaz catchin, dayroom wreck b
Keepin it real with appeal i gets filthy like iand'm dirty
Straight up and down youand'll say that them the niggaz seven thirty
What nah, bumba claat babble like you got to say
Neither one no got jack, then me not come to play
So move it away i say before you canand't move it away
Black sheep, aight? black sheep, aiyyyy!
Iiiii, oweee, who? you so
Iand'm rockin it on the regular i pick it up like a fro
And your radioand's fly when the sheepand's on the dial
You flaunt it and freak it and flip it, freely with style
On top of the pile, funky laundry, for ron g
Crazy shout out to papi pop, and kanji
Keepin it tight making it right since i left
Though it was never wrong, donand't hate me cause iand'm def
Iand'm just
Chorus: emage
Bubblin brown sugar -- repeat 4x
Verse two: dres
Plop, plop... fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is
To be the epitome of an mc, gettin biz-e
After r, r after d
S at the end yes yand'all itand's me
No need to doubt it, new yorkand's got my loyalty
Boogie down astoundin sound representin royalty
Oop-a-daisy maybe, opps-a-daisy
Boots upside the head of niggaz who played d
Emblamin like fluid iand'm keepin bullets like you threw it
Tip-top, hip-hop, black sheep, new shit
The brown bubblin down to rip it on the double
And itand's been three joints everybody thinks weandquot;re smugglin
Ahem ahem, yeash well you know me
I put dope inside your vinyls, cassettes, and cdand's
A shoe-in when i kick it in the bronx like danny branko
My flows dodge trucks when i pickup like a bronco
Chorus
Verse three: dres
Yo, i save the drama for my mama comma for your comedy
With a condom for your momma when sheand's up on top of me
I call it jealousy and you can call me hoe
Cause i was hittin bahbazahsn that youand're never gonna know
Alls well, that ends well, hereand's to welfare
And friends that confront, and lovers that care
I get down uptown from dawn to dusk b
Takin the whoopin streets like i was billy mccluskie
Fuck retro, nineties in harlem youand'll get wet bro
Get low, or you might need assistance from your head hoe
Dolo wreakin havoc on your phono the igniter
Iand'm smokin cheeba sonny, i run with street fighters
And iand'm not hearin your noise fearin your boys playin with toys
Iand'm crashin with a passion trashin and smashin decoys
Bright lights in action, yours youand'll beg my pardon
Cause you canand't be a harlem player unless you play in harlem
