It´s times like this that I´ve gotta crack a smile
If it´s about anything, then it´s gotta be style
What happens now?
A better man can hold the mic and do the proving

Dres of the Black Sheep Yo, let´s
Get the Sheep moving
I´d like to pay a tribute, to what?
To knocking boots
I´m single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots
But there´s another, the other
The brother on the cover
Brought along, I brought along
I brought along, Lawnge
A duo not a trio move your bootie cause I say so
Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe
Now I hold a microphone, but this is what I wanted
A pocket full of punani
Better me than those that front it
Dropping bombs, lovely, make ´em jet without their Jetta

Keep fronting if you´re wanting but I bet ya the Beretta
Punctuates and exclamates, the lingo I let go
Not that it´s my style cause I, let go my ego
Be it just us, just you or just me or just who
Never am I full, gotta to get residuals
Pronto, Tonto
Was engine number nine
I´m out to get the nickels, quarters, pennies and the dimes

But in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one, in the meantime
Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one in the meantime

At last, Black Sheep on wax
And finally, it´s for himself that Mista Lawnge is laying tracks

Now I won´t dally your fiddle
Give ya more than bits and kibble
Or is it kibbles and bits that became hits?
Now there´s a riddle
Believe me, cause you see, I do understand
Heard a jam that was flam
Bought the album, Van Damme, it´s weak
But for the moment, I won´t speak
Upon this, I mean that, I mean those, I mean them
I mean there, I mean here, damn
(Yo, whatcha trying say Dres?)
Yo let me try this again
Ya see, this is rather funky, the style that I´m displaying
Somewhat bona fide, on the side of okay and
Finally, your hunger for dopeness is full
Hmmm, please excuse me, Yo, turn it up a decibel
For

I am
About to rip a style
That
Will make heads bop awhile
So please step to the right, if ya suck
Should I do ´em Violators (Ahh, what the fuck?)
Moving, yes I´m moving, am I moving? (Goony gu-gu)
Say la say la what, say la say la say la (pu-pu)
Say it in a second, after Dres is finished wrecking
As I´m wrecking, gotcha checking
Step to this and Dres will deck

But in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one, in the meantime
Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one in the meantime

Surprising you, I´m rising
Dresmerizing and subliminalizing
Black Sheep are here, we´re breaking all ties
And making songs that are prolific
Specific as terrific
Move a body in the city to both sides of the Pacific
I´m Dres and you are not
You´re cold, I´m hot which means I´m soon to boil bootie
Your bootie, your bootie, the butt, but still you think you´re royal
Are you mad? Are you jealous
Overjoyed or over zealous?
Hold your glass and sip
For when you held the mike you couldn´t rip
Before your mike went hush

Keep sipping stupid lush
I know I´ll be all right tonight
I took my time, I didn´t rush
I didn´t blush, I didn´t frown
Got up to get down
Henceforth, I´m getting down and dirty, G
You thought that I would not be
Stupid, Cupid, or elupid
I sting ya like a bumble
Where´s the bee, here I be
Can´tcha see, can´tcha peep?
If you´re sleeping then wake up
If you´re stinking then wash up
If you´re creeping, then catch up
You´re rolling with the Black Sheep

But in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one, in the meantime

Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one in the meantime

Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one, in the meantime
Said in the meantime, I try to hawk one
I try to hawk one in the meantime