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Intro (by Chi Ali)
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Dag, I wish I was like Jordan
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So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me
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Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson
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So I could just knock people's heads off
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Naaw, more like Prince
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So I could pull all the honeys
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Well a brother like Chi Ali is pullin all the honeys anyway
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But still, it would be nice
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First Verse
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What's goin on kid?
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At times I dress to be in
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I see you grinnin I'm beginnin to think that we're friends
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And if we are friends, then we are far from fools
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So I will then kiss and
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let you into my sphere cool
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Now listen I'm known, as a Black Sheep
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And if you try to pull the cover
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and attempt to sleep
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You won't get rest naaaah
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You can not sleep on this
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For I make noise... see
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But anyway, I
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It's where I live and though therefore I pray with hay>
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I live on nonetheless
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Someime
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I've got my body and my intellect
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I'm buddha blessed
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Now my chalantness
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Or rather lack of this
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You call the spade a spade
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well I will call the spade a kiss
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Butt in the meantime
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You try to
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And if the source
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I get a verbal bat
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Until I get through
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that we are rich with wealth
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Can you understand that you should be yourself?
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Chorus > repeats twice
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'Bah bah Black Sheep' repeated three
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Have U.N.E. Pull / times
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Or are you full of sheep
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Tryin to pull the wool
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Second Verse
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What's goin on black?
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You want a hand to smack
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Well I can never be all that
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So I will give you daps
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I do the 'Hey yo'
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Your girl is on the strobe?
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Oh no that's kind of trip
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But gee I gotta go
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You see it's not the style of me
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So I'm not mending
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And I won't pull you leg
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Nor start pretending
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to be a fair weather
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with a plea to come
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Cause you never let me hold your
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You see it's like this I'll start explaining
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Dres is down with self maintaining
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Don't say I can't, I know that I can
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Black Sheep rule, me and my man
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Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres
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Baby sounds are in the sphere
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better do as Chris says
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As for me, to say just how
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You didn't know me then
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so you could never know me now
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Chorus
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Third verse
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What's goin on hon?
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You say you're out for fun
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I got a pocket full of posies
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You say I got a fun
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Then take a step back
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Away from Flipper
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I'd rather shoot you with the joint
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inside my zipper
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But not to be fresh
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For then I lose the groove
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I'd rather see you smile
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And move your booty smooth
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Then I get to know ya
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Got things to show ya
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Is there the chance
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of me gettin over
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And over and over and over and over again
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Now tell me
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Are you gonna let me in
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For it's gettin hot
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what I have have not
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Give me a second though
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I have a mansion and a yacht
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A caddy for my daddy
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somethin new for mom too
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A coat for Mista Lawnge
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and some hook-ers for the crew
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Honey don't get mad
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You know my love is greater
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But, I'll dig you later
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Chorus
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'I can dig it' > repeated six times
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with gradually decreasing emphasis
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Have U.N.E. Pull
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Black Sheep |