歌曲 | Have U.N.E. Pull |
歌手 | Black Sheep |
专辑 | A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McLean, Titus | |
(Intro: by Chi Ali) | |
Dag, I wish I was like Jordan | |
So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me | |
Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson | |
So I could just knock people's heads off | |
Naaw, more like Prince | |
So I could pull all the honeys | |
Well a brother like Chi Ali is pullin all the honeys anyway | |
But still, it would be nice | |
(First Verse) | |
What's goin on kid? | |
At times I dress to be in | |
I see you grinnin I'm beginnin to think that we're friends | |
And if we are friends, then we are far from fools | |
So I will then kiss and | |
let you into my sphere cool | |
Now listen I'm known, as a Black Sheep | |
And if you try to pull the cover | |
and attempt to sleep | |
You won't get rest naaaah | |
You can not sleep on this | |
For I make noise... see | |
But anyway, I | |
It's where I live and though | |
I live on nonetheless | |
Someime | |
I've got my body and my intellect | |
I'm buddha blessed | |
Now my chalantness | |
Or rather lack of this | |
You call the spade a spade | |
well I will call the spade a kiss | |
Butt in the meantime | |
You try to | |
And if the source | |
I get a verbal bat | |
Until I get through | |
that we are rich with wealth | |
Can you understand that you should be yourself? | |
(Chorus x2) | |
(x3) | |
'Bah bah Black Sheep' | |
Have U.N.E. Pull | |
Or are you full of sheep | |
Tryin to pull the wool | |
(Second Verse) | |
What's goin on black? | |
You want a hand to smack | |
Well I can never be all that | |
So I will give you daps | |
I do the 'Hey yo' | |
Your girl is on the strobe? | |
Oh no that's kind of trip | |
But gee I gotta go | |
You see it's not the style of me | |
So I'm not mending | |
And I won't pull you leg | |
Nor start pretending | |
to be a fair weather | |
with a plea to come | |
Cause you never let me hold your | |
You see it's like this I'll start explaining | |
Dres is down with self maintaining | |
Don't say I can't, I know that I can | |
Black Sheep rule, me and my man | |
Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres | |
Baby sounds are in the sphere | |
better do as Chris says | |
As for me, to say just how | |
You didn't know me then | |
so you could never know me now | |
(Chorus) | |
(Third verse) | |
What's goin on hon? | |
You say you're out for fun | |
I got a pocket full of posies | |
You say I got a fun | |
Then take a step back | |
Away from Flipper | |
I'd rather shoot you with the joint | |
inside my zipper | |
But not to be fresh | |
For then I lose the groove | |
I'd rather see you smile | |
And move your booty smooth | |
Then I get to know ya | |
Got things to show ya | |
Is there the chance | |
of me gettin over | |
And over and over and over and over again | |
Now tell me | |
Are you gonna let me in | |
For it's gettin hot | |
what I have have not | |
Give me a second though | |
I have a mansion and a yacht | |
A caddy for my daddy | |
somethin new for mom too | |
A coat for Mista Lawnge | |
and some hook-ers for the crew | |
Honey don't get mad | |
You know my love is greater | |
But, I'll dig you later | |
(Chorus) | |
'I can dig it' (x6) | |
with gradually decreasing emphasis |
zuo ci : McLean, Titus | |
Intro: by Chi Ali | |
Dag, I wish I was like Jordan | |
So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me | |
Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson | |
So I could just knock people' s heads off | |
Naaw, more like Prince | |
So I could pull all the honeys | |
Well a brother like Chi Ali is pullin all the honeys anyway | |
But still, it would be nice | |
First Verse | |
What' s goin on kid? | |
At times I dress to be in | |
I see you grinnin I' m beginnin to think that we' re friends | |
And if we are friends, then we are far from fools | |
So I will then kiss and | |
let you into my sphere cool | |
Now listen I' m known, as a Black Sheep | |
And if you try to pull the cover | |
and attempt to sleep | |
You won' t get rest naaaah | |
You can not sleep on this | |
For I make noise... see | |
But anyway, I | |
It' s where I live and though | |
I live on nonetheless | |
Someime | |
I' ve got my body and my intellect | |
I' m buddha blessed | |
Now my chalantness | |
Or rather lack of this | |
You call the spade a spade | |
well I will call the spade a kiss | |
Butt in the meantime | |
You try to | |
And if the source | |
I get a verbal bat | |
Until I get through | |
that we are rich with wealth | |
Can you understand that you should be yourself? | |
Chorus x2 | |
x3 | |
' Bah bah Black Sheep' | |
Have U. N. E. Pull | |
Or are you full of sheep | |
Tryin to pull the wool | |
Second Verse | |
What' s goin on black? | |
You want a hand to smack | |
Well I can never be all that | |
So I will give you daps | |
I do the ' Hey yo' | |
Your girl is on the strobe? | |
Oh no that' s kind of trip | |
But gee I gotta go | |
You see it' s not the style of me | |
So I' m not mending | |
And I won' t pull you leg | |
Nor start pretending | |
to be a fair weather | |
with a plea to come | |
Cause you never let me hold your | |
You see it' s like this I' ll start explaining | |
Dres is down with self maintaining | |
Don' t say I can' t, I know that I can | |
Black Sheep rule, me and my man | |
Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres | |
Baby sounds are in the sphere | |
better do as Chris says | |
As for me, to say just how | |
You didn' t know me then | |
so you could never know me now | |
Chorus | |
Third verse | |
What' s goin on hon? | |
You say you' re out for fun | |
I got a pocket full of posies | |
You say I got a fun | |
Then take a step back | |
Away from Flipper | |
I' d rather shoot you with the joint | |
inside my zipper | |
But not to be fresh | |
For then I lose the groove | |
I' d rather see you smile | |
And move your booty smooth | |
Then I get to know ya | |
Got things to show ya | |
Is there the chance | |
of me gettin over | |
And over and over and over and over again | |
Now tell me | |
Are you gonna let me in | |
For it' s gettin hot | |
what I have have not | |
Give me a second though | |
I have a mansion and a yacht | |
A caddy for my daddy | |
somethin new for mom too | |
A coat for Mista Lawnge | |
and some hookers for the crew | |
Honey don' t get mad | |
You know my love is greater | |
But, I' ll dig you later | |
Chorus | |
' I can dig it' x6 | |
with gradually decreasing emphasis |
zuò cí : McLean, Titus | |
Intro: by Chi Ali | |
Dag, I wish I was like Jordan | |
So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me | |
Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson | |
So I could just knock people' s heads off | |
Naaw, more like Prince | |
So I could pull all the honeys | |
Well a brother like Chi Ali is pullin all the honeys anyway | |
But still, it would be nice | |
First Verse | |
What' s goin on kid? | |
At times I dress to be in | |
I see you grinnin I' m beginnin to think that we' re friends | |
And if we are friends, then we are far from fools | |
So I will then kiss and | |
let you into my sphere cool | |
Now listen I' m known, as a Black Sheep | |
And if you try to pull the cover | |
and attempt to sleep | |
You won' t get rest naaaah | |
You can not sleep on this | |
For I make noise... see | |
But anyway, I | |
It' s where I live and though | |
I live on nonetheless | |
Someime | |
I' ve got my body and my intellect | |
I' m buddha blessed | |
Now my chalantness | |
Or rather lack of this | |
You call the spade a spade | |
well I will call the spade a kiss | |
Butt in the meantime | |
You try to | |
And if the source | |
I get a verbal bat | |
Until I get through | |
that we are rich with wealth | |
Can you understand that you should be yourself? | |
Chorus x2 | |
x3 | |
' Bah bah Black Sheep' | |
Have U. N. E. Pull | |
Or are you full of sheep | |
Tryin to pull the wool | |
Second Verse | |
What' s goin on black? | |
You want a hand to smack | |
Well I can never be all that | |
So I will give you daps | |
I do the ' Hey yo' | |
Your girl is on the strobe? | |
Oh no that' s kind of trip | |
But gee I gotta go | |
You see it' s not the style of me | |
So I' m not mending | |
And I won' t pull you leg | |
Nor start pretending | |
to be a fair weather | |
with a plea to come | |
Cause you never let me hold your | |
You see it' s like this I' ll start explaining | |
Dres is down with self maintaining | |
Don' t say I can' t, I know that I can | |
Black Sheep rule, me and my man | |
Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres | |
Baby sounds are in the sphere | |
better do as Chris says | |
As for me, to say just how | |
You didn' t know me then | |
so you could never know me now | |
Chorus | |
Third verse | |
What' s goin on hon? | |
You say you' re out for fun | |
I got a pocket full of posies | |
You say I got a fun | |
Then take a step back | |
Away from Flipper | |
I' d rather shoot you with the joint | |
inside my zipper | |
But not to be fresh | |
For then I lose the groove | |
I' d rather see you smile | |
And move your booty smooth | |
Then I get to know ya | |
Got things to show ya | |
Is there the chance | |
of me gettin over | |
And over and over and over and over again | |
Now tell me | |
Are you gonna let me in | |
For it' s gettin hot | |
what I have have not | |
Give me a second though | |
I have a mansion and a yacht | |
A caddy for my daddy | |
somethin new for mom too | |
A coat for Mista Lawnge | |
and some hookers for the crew | |
Honey don' t get mad | |
You know my love is greater | |
But, I' ll dig you later | |
Chorus | |
' I can dig it' x6 | |
with gradually decreasing emphasis |