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Текст песни Black Sheep f Emage - B.B.S.

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[Dres]Crumbs to the floor, bums off the wallStage landing, assuredI hit you all like a red ballOne to the two, `D` to the `R``E` to `S` ­ me, baby pahDoing my thing with my peepsDon`t sleep[Verse One]I bounce around the city like I was a personal cheque, seeI`m only running with niggas catching dayroom wreck, BKeeping it real with appeal, I gets filthy like I`m dirtyStraight 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 playSo move it away, I say, before you can`t move it awayBlack Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, ayyyy!Iiiii! Ohhh! Who? You, soI`m rocking it on the regular, I pick it up like a `froAnd your radio`s fly when the Sheep`s on the dialWe flaunt it, freak it and flip it freely with styleOn top of the pile, funky laundry for Ron GCrazy shout out to Poppi-pop and ConjiKeeping it tight, making a right since I leftThough it was never wrong, don`t hate me cause I`m defI`m just[Chorus: Emage]Bubbling brown sugar, let me tell you what it`s all aboutBubbling brown sugar, make you want to dance and shoutBubbling brown sugar, with a little jazzy beatBubbling brown sugar, Dres and Lawnge of Black Sheep[Verse Two]Plop-plop, fizz, fizz; oh, what a relief it isTo be the epitome of an emcee, getting biz ­ `E`After `R`, `R` after `D``S` at the end, yes y`all it`s meNo need to doubt it, New York`s got my loyaltyBoogie Down, astounding sound, representing royaltyOops-a-daisy, maybe, oops-a-daisyBoots upside the head of niggas who played DEmbalming like fluid, I`m keeping bullets like you threw itTip-top hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shitThe brown bubbling down to rip it on the double andIt`s been three joints, everybody thinks we`re smugglingAhem ahem, yeah, well you know meI put dope inside your vinyl, cassettes and CDsA shoo-in when I kick it in the Bronx like Benny BlancoMy flows dodge trucks when I pickup like a Bronco[Chorus][Verse Three]I save the drama for my llama, karma for your comedyWith a condom for your momma when she`s up on top of meI call it jealousy and you can call me hoeCause I was hitting Barbizons that you`re never gonna knowAll`s well that ends well, here`s to welfareAnd friends that confront and lovers that careI get down uptown from dawn to dusk, bTaking to walking streets like I was Billy McCluskieFuck retro! Nineties in Harlem? You`ll get wet, broGet low or you might need assistance from your head hoDolo, wreaking havoc on your phono, the igniterI`m smoking cheeba, sonny, I run with street fightersAnd I`m not hearing your noise, fearing your boys playing with toysI`m crashing with a passion, trashing and smashing decoysBright lights and action, y`alls, you`ll beg my pardonBut you can`t be a Harlem player unless you play in Harlem[Chorus]

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