To Whom It May Concern - Black Sheep
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
Artist: Black Sheep
Title: To Whom It May Concern