B.b.s. - Black Sheep

Intro: Dres 
Crumbs to the floor 
Bums off the wall 
Stage lamb they're sure I hate ya all 
like a real brawl 
One to the two, two to the R 
E to S-E baby pall 
Doin my thing with my peeps 
Verse One: Dres 
I bounce around the city like I was a personal check, see 
I'm only runnin with niggaz catchin, dayroom wreck B 
Keepin it real with appeal I gets filthy like I'm dirty 
Straight up and down you'll say that them the niggaz seven thirty 
What nah, bumba claat babble like you got to say 
Neither one no got jack, then me not come to play 
So move it away I say before you can't move it away 
Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, aiyyyy! 
Iiiii, oweee, who? You so 
I'm rockin it on the regular I pick it up like a fro 
and your radio's fly when the Sheep's on the dial 
YOu flaunt it and freak it and flip it, freely with style 
On top of the pile, funky laundry, for Ron G 
Crazy shout out to papi pop, and Kanji 
Keepin it tight making it right since I left 
Though it was never wrong, don't hate me cause I'm def 
I'm just 
Chorus: Emage 
Bubblin brown sugar -- repeat 4X 
Verse Two: Dres 
Plop, plop... fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is 
To be the epitome of an MC, gettin biz-E 
after R, R after D 
S at the end yes y'all it's me 
No need to doubt it, New York's got my loyalty 
Boogie down astoundin sound representin royalty 
Oop-a-daisy maybe, opps-a-daisy 
Boots upside the head of niggaz who played D 
Emblamin like fluid I'm keepin bullets like you threw it 
Tip-top, hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shit 
The brown bubblin down to rip it on the double 
and it's been three joints everybody thinks we"re smugglin 
Ahem ahem, ye