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Intro: Dres
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Crumbs to the floor
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Bums off the wall
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Stage lamb they're sure I hate ya all
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like a real brawl
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One to the two, two to the R
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E to S-E baby pall
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Doin my thing with my peeps
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Verse One: Dres
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I bounce around the city like I was a personal check, see
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I'm only runnin with niggaz catchin, dayroom wreck B
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Keepin it real with appeal I gets filthy like I'm dirty
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Straight up and down you'll say that them the niggaz seven thirty
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What nah, bumba claat babble like you got to say
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Neither one no got jack, then me not come to play
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So move it away I say before you can't move it away
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Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, aiyyyy!
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Iiiii, oweee, who? You so
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I'm rockin it on the regular I pick it up like a fro
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and your radio's fly when the Sheep's on the dial
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YOu flaunt it and freak it and flip it, freely with style
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On top of the pile, funky laundry, for Ron G
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Crazy shout out to papi pop, and Kanji
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Keepin it tight making it right since I left
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Though it was never wrong, don't hate me cause I'm def
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I'm just
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Chorus: Emage
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Bubblin brown sugar -- repeat 4X
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Verse Two: Dres
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Plop, plop... fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is
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To be the epitome of an MC, gettin biz-E
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after R, R after D
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S at the end yes y'all it's me
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No need to doubt it, New York's got my loyalty
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Boogie down astoundin sound representin royalty
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Oop-a-daisy maybe, opps-a-daisy
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Boots upside the head of niggaz who played D
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Emblamin like fluid I'm keepin bullets like you threw it
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Tip-top, hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shit
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The brown bubblin down to rip it on the double
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and it's been three joints everybody thinks we"re smugglin
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Ahem ahem, yeash well you know me
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I put dope inside your vinyls, cassettes, and CD's
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A shoe-in when I kick it in the Bronx like Danny Branko
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My flows dodge trucks when I pickup like a Bronco
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Dres
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Yo, I save the drama for my mama comma for your comedy
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With a condom for your momma when she's up on top of me
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I call it jealousy and you can call me hoe
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Cause I was hittin bahbazahsn that you're never gonna know
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Alls well, that ends well, here's to welfare
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And friends that confront, and lovers that care
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I get down Uptown from dawn to dusk B
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Takin the whoopin streets like I was Billy McCluskie
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Fuck retro, nineties in Harlem you'll get wet bro
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Get low, or you might need assistance from your head hoe
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Dolo wreakin havoc on your phono the igniter
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I'm smokin cheeba sonny, I run with street fighters
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And I'm not hearin your noise fearin your boys playin with toys
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I'm crashin with a passion trashin and smashin decoys
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Bright lights in action, yours you'll beg my pardon
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Cause you can't be a Harlem player unless you play in Harlem
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B.B.S.
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Black Sheep |