BLACK SHEEP - B.B.S. lyrics

rate me

(feat. Emage)

[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]