Blunted 10 - Black Sheep

Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin you know what I’m sayin

With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine, and Jack whose names is Joe

Check it check it check it yo c’mon

Lyrics

I been around, I been around

I been around town

Sounds you know I’m down

That many cannot get down

But not me, we kick it all day and night see

Although you know in a minute

Right now you know not who I be So I kick it for a second

Yes I kick it for a sec

Get wreck, and double check

Got to play with your select

Name is Dres, D-R-E-S

Yes I guess that it is Ya gotta bag of buddha well smoke a sess

I’m the type of brother that the girls always select

It’s not because they’re out to come

It’s cause they’re out to come correct

I talk about a ho, because a ho I know

And if you do the honey Tea

then I guess too you would talk so Play me not, if my phone book is bigger

Don’t get hot cause I clock the fat figure

Told ya I’m a singa got my finga on the trigga

Cause everybody hates the fly nigga

Play me not close if your jean is made of plastic

If your best to play it down

Then you should walk faster

Don’t give me a pound if you bust that in your hand

Play me out never cause I came to understand

Do it to, for a minute

I do for me too

Push me up and I’ll pull myself through

Watch my back and I’ll watch my front

Got what I want, c-ya hate to be ya

Got a nie, got a shot, got a catch twenty-two

Damned if I don’t and I’m damned if I do

Fightin over cities how they’re fightin on my block

Over there is liberation over here is for a rock

No not pop rock, no not pop rock

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

Do-do-after shock

Some will part fly gear, while others are suckin

I game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin

But one thring I learned, yo roll and take it Life is what you make it