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Dag, I wish I was like Jordan |
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So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me |
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Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson so I could just knock people's heads off |
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Nah, more like Prince so I could pull all the honeys |
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Well a brother like Chi Ali is pulling all the honey's anyway |
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But still, it would be nice |
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What's going on kid? At times I dress to be in |
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I see you grinnin I'm beginnin to think that we're friends |
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And if we are friends, then we are far from fools |
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So I will then kiss and let you into my sphere cool |
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Now listen I'm known, as a Black Sheep |
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And if you try to pull the cover and attempt to sleep |
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You won't get rest nah you can not sleep on this |
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For I make noise, see |
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But anyway, I |
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It's where I live and though therefore I pray with hay |
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I live on nonetheless sometime |
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I've got my body and my intellect |
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I'm buddha blessed now my chalantness |
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Or rather lack of this you call the spade a spade |
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Well I will call the spade a kiss but in the meantime |
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You try to and if the source I get a verbal bat |
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Until I get through that we are rich with wealth |
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Can you understand that you should be yourself? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool |
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What's going on black? You want a hand to smack |
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Well I can never be all that so I will give you daps |
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I do the 'Hey yo', your girl is on the strobe? |
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Oh no that's kind of trip but gee I gotta go |
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You see it's not the style of me so I'm not mending |
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And I won't pull you leg nor start pretending |
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To be a fair weather with a plea to come |
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'Cause you never let me hold your |
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You see it's like this I'll start explaining |
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Dres is down with self maintaining |
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Don't say I can't, I know that I can |
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Black Sheep rule, me and my man |
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Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres |
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Baby sounds are in the sphere |
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Better do as Chris says as for me, to say just how |
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You didn't know me then so you could never know me now |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool |
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What's going on hon? You say you're out for fun |
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I got a pocket full of posies you say I got a gun |
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Then take a step back away from Flipper |
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I'd rather shoot you with the joint inside my zipper |
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But not to be fresh for then I lose the groove |
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I'd rather see you smile and move your booty smooth |
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Then I get to know ya got things to show ya |
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Is there the chance of me getting over |
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And over and over and over and over again |
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Now tell me are you gonna let me in? |
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For it's getting hot what I have have not |
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Give me a second thought |
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I have a mansion and a yacht |
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A caddy for my daddy something' new for mom too |
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A coat for Mista Lawnge and some hookers for the crew |
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Honey don't get mad you know my love is greater |
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But, I'll dig you later |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull? |
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Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool |
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I can dig it, I can dig it, I can dig it |
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I can dig it, I can dig it, I can dig it |
