[Dres] It's Black
Sheep, beep- beep,
everybody on your feet
Catch the beat, sweet sweet,
got you bopping down the street
Shorts to short- sets,
shorties for short sex
Forties, my forte: butter
fill and four Becks
That defines Dres, d- are- e- s,
no further ado
I charcoal,
broil and foil more than any barbecue
In the breeze like Lenin,
listen when IÆm beginning
In Nueva York,
better known as kings' dominion
We're back again,
smacking beats across your head and back
And when you front I'l make you
stand out like a fat African
Peace to all down South,
I know it's hot as Hades
Love to all the fam- a- lam I
scrambled in the Eighties
Now we're in the Nineties,
as months go where the hour went
I stack mint and think of what?
Black empowerment
I think wife, and black child to raise together
I think about the winter
knowing nothing last forever
In this world things happen
at the drop of a dime
Some things never happen at all,
and yes yÆall
[Hook: Dres (Emage)] (Summa the
time)
IÆm hitting your face like
the breeze
(Summa the time)
It's like I rip the mic to
so many degrees
Huh, I'm docking it in your port
I'm slamming it in your court
Me taking the shorts?
I'm holding the for'ps, child
please
[Mr Lawnge] Some of the
time I'm with my crew,
some of the time I'm not
Bouncing down the block,
blowing up the spot
But only when it's hot do I see
nuff niggas looking at me
Displaying signs of jealousy,
it means they're still Black With NV
I go by the name of the Sugar Dick
Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song
Suckers see me, want to be me,
but IÆm creamy and theyÆre dead wrong
To whom it may concern: yo,
donÆt even try, kid
Because you couldn't see
me even if I was your eyelid
When I rhyme for the summertime,
believe I can
Bring more relief from grief
than the Icy man
Be it your front yard,
your stoop or porch
Like the Kackalackan sun,
I'm guaranteed to scorch
I know it was about time we
dropped the now, oh gosh
We got more niggas rolling up
than even at the car wash
Yeah, we're here to tan that
as s like the summer sun
For the nigga that tried to dis us,
we know he's the dumber one
When you hear the Sheep are
rocking be on the lookout
Cause we gather more hungry crowds than a
cookout
blitz, dips with pretty lips
Bros with or without doe flip for hits
Yo, microphone check one,
be no other heap- topping
I rock a flock and mock,
Sheep- Sheep rocking
Sonny, can you feel me? Honey, I be fly
Money making,
really there's a ribbon in the sky
For One Love,
I'm kicking my diction less the fiction
Non- believers thought me
hiking and fishing
Now I spike them like a Viking
Wildstyle, like summer in Astoria
Way back my peoples made
Ajax join the Warriors
Back when park jams found me
trying to see the band
Until parties in the centre
saw DJs as the man
A bird, a plane,
feel the breeze changing lanes
I put a chill in your veins,
even on a crowded train
IÆm cool, more cool than
Morris dropping Time
-Less legit hits for some
ones in ninety- nine
Since a long time ago,
IÆm getting mine
Put the 'genuine' in genuine,
son, I shine
Black Sheep 
