Текст песни Handsome Boy Modeling School f Dres - First.. and Then
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[Dres whispering]Shhh.. I`m sayin` I wasn`t even gonna do this shit..But I owe this motherfucker a favorY`all motherfuckers better stay quiet[Verse 1]Open the door, catch ya, coping for moretold you before, velvet, smooth as velourStep in the light, Black Sheep, rep in it rightnever we high, too much ebony prideSomething to see, scratch that, something ya bepaying my dues, god knows, there`s nothing for freeTaking it back, paper, making a stackcounter-attack, dance floors, making them crackRunning the course, got black, running with forcerocking the spot, got y`all, loving the choiceFeeling the flame, Black Sheep, killing the painspilling the love, sunshine, feeling the sameSetting the tone, Black Sheep, let it be knowncooler than ice, hamming it up, keeping it`s ownMaking it knock, all the way from the writer`s blockgeek in ox tails, with cocktails, holding my cock! Yo![Chorus]First. Exhale with the excel, and then, call your crew on your net celland then, open up a beer and roll an L, and then, party all night rest wellBut first, exhale with the excel, and then everything you do you do it welland then, even if your hurt you never tell, and then, everybody love the clientele[Verse 2]I`m the type to not follow, lead and drop throttlerecline and pop bottles with designer top modelsThe type to not sweat it, stacking not regret itsaid it with hot head, my thing, got to get itI move, like a phantom, I`m mister meddlesomedestined to hit the top, Dres the kettledrumKennel one pedigree, the flow stank dingeeshare my point of view in a world waste din geeI be the principal, it be invisiblethere be no optical, above the pinnacleMore like I got a fuse, for when you got to choosewho in a lot of crews, a million moleculesThere won`t be no debate, my skills are overweightif you can`t hold, you hate, I over compensateIt`s Dres, D - R - E - S, the one that does it bestmy styles illustrious, my moves are limitless[Chorus][Verse 3]Now it doesn`t even matter if I do or if I don`t have doughIt`s like I`m walking on red carpet everywhere that I goA renegade with rhymes rolling to the tune, low keyopposite the velvet ropes where Heinekens flow freeAnd I`m known throughout the world for what I do with one barslap a rapper even crack a nigga lower lumbarAin`t gotta front for nada, it don`t mean a thingthe only keys I got are the one`s swinging on my key ringAin`t gotta toss threads, throw rolls, and dress funnyjust gotta be Dres, stay black, and get moneyAin`t gotta smoke weed, pop ex, or sniff blowjust gotta be Dres, stay black, and get doughSo cool, they called me old school in the eightieswith ladies in their Mercedes at the foot of the good FridaysOn some handsome boy shit, telling how to trust metill she`s speaking in tongues, screaming out monk free[Chorus]