[Dres]
Crumbs to the floor, bums off the wall
Stage landing, assured
I hit you all like a red ball
One to the two, `D` to the `R`
`E` to `S` me, baby pah
Doing my thing with my peeps
Don`t sleep
[Verse One]
I bounce around the city like I was a personal cheque, see
I`m only running with niggas catching dayroom wreck, B
Keeping it real with appeal, I gets filthy like I`m dirty
Straight up and down, you`ll say that them`s the niggas, seven-thirty
What now, bumba claat bwai like you got to say?
Me nah want no back chat, me nah come to play
So move it away, I say, before you can`t move it away
Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, ayyyy!
Iiiii! Ohhh! Who? You, so
I`m rocking it on the regular, I pick it up like a `fro
And your radio`s fly when the Sheep`s on the dial
We flaunt it, freak it and flip it freely with style
On top of the pile, funky laundry for Ron G
Crazy shout out to Poppi-pop and Conji
Keeping it tight, making a right since I left
Though it was never wrong, don`t hate me cause I`m def
I`m just
[Chorus: Emage]
Bubbling brown sugar, let me tell you what it`s all about
Bubbling brown sugar, make you want to dance and shout
Bubbling brown sugar, with a little jazzy beat
Bubbling brown sugar, Dres and Lawnge of Black Sheep
[Verse Two]
Plop-plop, fizz, fizz; oh, what a relief it is
To be the epitome of an emcee, getting biz `E`
After `R`, `R` after `D`
`S` at the end, yes y`all it`s me
No need to doubt it, New York`s got my loyalty
Boogie Down, astounding sound, representing royalty
Oops-a-daisy, maybe, oops-a-daisy
Boots upside the head of niggas who played D
Embalming like fluid, I`m keeping bullets like you threw it
Tip-top hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shit
The brown bubbling down to rip it on the double and
It`s been three joints, everybody thinks we`re smuggling
Ahem ahem, yeah, well you know me
I put dope inside your vinyl, cassettes and CDs
A shoo-in when I kick it in the Bronx like Benny Blanco
My flows dodge trucks when I pickup like a Bronco
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I save the drama for my llama, karma for your comedy
With a condom for your momma when she`s up on top of me
I call it jealousy and you can call me hoe
Cause I was hitting Barbizons that you`re never gonna know
All`s well that ends well, here`s to welfare
And friends that confront and lovers that care
I get down uptown from dawn to dusk, b
Taking to walking streets like I was Billy McCluskie
Fuck retro! Nineties in Harlem? You`ll get wet, bro
Get low or you might need assistance from your head ho
Dolo, wreaking havoc on your phono, the igniter
I`m smoking cheeba, sonny, I run with street fighters
And I`m not hearing your noise, fearing your boys playing with toys
I`m crashing with a passion, trashing and smashing decoys
Bright lights and action, y`alls, you`ll beg my pardon
But you can`t be a Harlem player unless you play in Harlem
[Chorus]
