Negro music, heh, seperated, it blew up and became rap
After after I'm done, yo, ya, gotta go
Tax write off, 'cause you have no skills
Till the rap gets stolen
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge, you can call me sweet meat
Is that you know a good thing, when you see it
Chump
And claim to have brains
You know what?
'Cause youse a dumb mothafucka, better off as a tractor trail trucker
Gold, platinum, and then start sellin' out
You know what?
You know what?
Nine point five okay dear? And don't forget clean underwear
You say i'm full of sheep, and for that I give a pound
Here, the same old, same old, and that's on your, new single
I take a sucker from any phil and injure thee
Ladies, step to me for a real neat treat
You know what?
But you're out the picture, and I'ma get you sucka
Top of the peek and others are weak
Stop, remember when the band was on rock
You know what?
You know what?
That's just a title, explaining who I be
Make the church girl freak, out, without a doubt
Come over later, but first go get a pap smear
Then you get fall, I won't give examples
You sucker, dumb fucker don't turn blue
You know what?
'Cause I don't want the funk to flow
Drop lyrics then you hear it, with glee, then only thing it tells me
Follow the words that I speak, the situation is bleak
I wear protection, you won't catch claps here
I'm dissing rap music, and rap music on the grounds
Like so many other things called theft
You go make a demo, get a deal and start to sprout
Hint, hint, they use the same old samples
I turn on the radio, be a prime time to a late night rap show
And suckers makin' it with a pop feel
The sugar dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to break it down
Labels signin' acts with nuff bills
Mista l A W N G E
But this is the fly shit that you seek
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I can't cope
'Don't you know ho, don tcha know ho'
And dig deep into the subject matter
You run to get a ten, 'cause you cannot be it
You know what?
And when it's gone what will be left
Take the funky drummer and give him back to James
You know what?
You know what?
You know what?
You know what?
Okay, enough is enough, time to get that off my bladder
'Cause black sheep are certified greater than
'I can dig it'
Your product, is a product, of no productivity
That, black sheep are unique, funk clever brothers that will
I'm sick and tired of rappers not real
You get a Benz and trash the Nova
If you wanna battle, later
But, I said later man
Talkin' to you
You know what?
And you hated it, that's of course till you see
When the style is dope, Mista Lawnge's a particapator
Now that I've spelled it out, and you like the way it sounds
But movin' right along to the Woodstock
You know what?
You say you're sure, yeah, but I'm the surest
A motherfucker that, could be in your family
The sugar D I C D A D I E
You have no wins in a '91 bout, so shout, pout,do what you want
You know what?
But not the sheep, for we are sleek and unique
Can ya, see G? You kick a wack style
Double platinum, and start crossin' over
Keep your cordless, 'cause you bore this
So, off the top off my head, I guess I keep it rollin'
You know what?
