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You know what?
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Huh?
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You know what?
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What?
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You know what?
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You know what?
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The
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Sugar D I C D A D I E
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That's just a title, explaining who I be
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Mista L A W N G E
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I take a sucker from any phil and injure thee
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Now that I've spelled it out
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And you like the way it sounds
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I'm dissing rap music
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and rap music on the grounds
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You say I'm full of sheep
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And for that I give a pound
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The Sugar Dick Daddy
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Mista Lawnge to break it down
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Ladies, step to me for a real neat treat
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And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge
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You can call me sweet meat
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I wear protection, you won't catch claps here
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Come over later, but first go get a pap smear
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Nine point five okay dear?
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And don't forget clean underwear
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Cause I don't want the funk to flow
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After after I'm done, yo ya gotta go
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'Don't you know ho, don-tcha know ho'
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Okay enough is enough, time to get that off my bladder
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And dig deep into the subject matter
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You know what?
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You know what?
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I'm sick and tired of rappers not real
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And suckers makin' it with a pop feel
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Labels signin acts with nuff bills
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Tax write off, cause you have no skills
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You go make a demo
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get a deal and start to sprout
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Gold, platinum, and then start sellin out
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You get a Benz and trash the Nova
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Double platinum, and start crossin over
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Then you get fall, I won't give examples
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HINT HINT, they use the same old samples
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But not the Sheep
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for we are sleek and unique
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Top of the peek and others are weak
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Follow the words that I speak
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The situation is bleak
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But this is the fly shit that you seek
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When the style is dope
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Mista Lawnge'sa particapator
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If you wanna battle, later
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Cause Black Sheep are certified greater than...
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But, I said later man
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'I can dig it'
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You know what?
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You know what?
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You know what?
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You know what?
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You know what?
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You know what?
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You know what?
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You know what?
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I turn on the radio
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Be a prime time to a late night rap show
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Here, the same old, same old
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And that's on your, new single
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Your product, is a product, of no productivity
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Can ya, see G?
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You kick a wack style
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And claim to have brains
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Take the funky drummer and give him back to James
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I'm dope, I'm dope
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Heh, I can't cope
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Keep your cordless, cause you bore this
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You say you're sure, yeah
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but I'm the surest
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That, Black Sheep are unique
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Funk clever brothers that will
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make the church girl freak
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Out, without a doubt
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You have no wins in a '91 bout
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So shout, pout,do what you want
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But you're out the picture
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And I'ma get you sucka
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Cause youse a dumb mothafucka
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Better off as a tractor trail trucker
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But movin right along to the Woodstock
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Stop, remember when the band was on rock
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Negro music, heh, seperated
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It blew up and became rap
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and you hated it
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That's of course till you see
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A motherfucker that, could be in your family
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Drop lyrics then you hear it
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With glee, then only thing it tells me
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Is that you know a good thing
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when you see it.
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You run to get a ten
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Cause you cannot be it
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So, off the top off my head
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I guess I keep it rollin
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Till aaaaaaah... the rap gets stolen
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Like so many other things called theft
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And when it's gone what will be left
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YOU sucker, dumb fucker don't turn blue
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You know what?
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Talkin' to you
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You know what?
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Chump
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You know what?
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You know what?
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You know What?
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To Whom It May Concern
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Black Sheep |