Текст песни Black Sheep f Emage - Summa Tha Time
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[Hook: Black Sheep (Emage)]We like blowing up the spot(Summa the time)We`re known for fronting, not(Summa the time)We give our shows all we gotWreck the stage and lots play usLike the sun because we’re hot, hot[Dres]It`s Black Sheep, beep-beep, everybody on your feetCatch the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the streetShorts to short-sets, shorties for short sexForties, my forte: butterfill and four BecksThat defines Dres, d-r-e-s, no further adoI charcoal, broil and foil more than any barbecueIn the breeze like Lenin, listen when I’m beginningIn Nueva York, better known as kings` dominionWe`re back again, smacking beats across your head and backAnd when you front I`l make you stand out like a fat AfricanPeace to all down South, I know it`s hot as HadesLove to all the fam-a-lam I scrambled in the EightiesNow we`re in the Nineties, as months go where the hour wentI stack mint and think of what? Black empowermentI think wife, and black child to raise togetherI think about the winter knowing nothing last foreverIn this world things happen at the drop of a dimeSome things never happen at all, and yes y’all[Hook: Dres (Emage)](Summa the time)I’m hitting your face like the breeze(Summa the time)It`s like I rip the mic to so many degreesHuh, I`m docking it in your portI`m slamming it in your courtMe taking the shorts?I`m holding the for`ps, child please[Mr Lawnge]Some of the time I`m with my crew, some of the time I`m notBouncing down the block, blowing up the spotBut only when it`s hot do I see nuff niggas looking at meDisplaying signs of jealousy, it means they`re still Black With NVI go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the songSuckers see me, wanna be me, but I’m creamy and they’re dead wrongTo whom it may concern: yo, don’t even try, kidBecause you couldn`t see me even if I was your eyelidWhen I rhyme for the summertime, believe I canBring more relief from grief than the Icy manBe it your front yard, your stoop or porchLike the Kackalackan sun, I`m guaranteed to scorchI know it was about time we dropped the now, oh goshWe got more niggas rolling up than even at the car washYeah, we`re here to tan that ass like the summer sunFor the nigga that tried to dis us, we know he`s the dumber oneWhen you hear the Sheep are rocking be on the lookoutCause we gather more hungry crowds than a cookout[Hook: Mr Lawnge (Emage)](Summa the time)I like to tour around the world(Summa the time)I`m chilling hard with my girlI like to wake lateFor summer heat`s sakeListen to the fat beats we makeAnd chill on a summer break[Dres]It`s the summer blitz, dips with pretty lipsBros with or without doe flip for hitsYo, microphone check one, be no other heap-toppingI rock a flock and mock, Sheep-Sheep rockingSonny, can you feel me? Honey, I be flyMoney making, really there`s a ribbon in the skyFor One Love, I`m kicking my diction less the fictionNon-believers thought me hiking and fishingNow I spike them like a VikingWildstyle, like summer in AstoriaWay back my peoples made Ajax join the WarriorsBack when park jams found me trying to see the bandUntil parties in the centre saw DJs as the manA bird, a plane, feel the breeze changing lanesI put a chill in your veins, even on a crowded trainI’m cool, more cool than Morris dropping Time-Less legit hits for some ones in ninety-nineSince a long time ago, I’m getting minePut the `genuine` in genuine, son, I shine[Hook: Dres (Emage)](Summa the time)I`m taking respect, do you copy?(Summa the time)I`m whyling with my baby boy PapiI`m with the Lawnge oneRunning, ripping up tracks un-`Til the summer skill that we flexSays it`s time to chill(Summa the time)