Just gotta be Dres, stay black and get money
Cooler than ice, hamming it up, keeping it's own
It's Dres, D R E S, the one that does it best
There won't be no debate, my skills are overweight
And then call your crew on your net cell
Said it with hot head, my thing, got to get it
And I'm known throughout the world for what I do with one bar
Slap a rapper, even crack a nigga lower lumbar
Now it doesn't even matter if I do or if I don't have dough
Opposite the velvet ropes where Heinekens flow free
Told you before, velvet, smooth as velour
The type to not sweat it, stacking not regret it
Geek in ox tails with cocktails, holding my cock, yo
But first, exhale with the excel
Kennel one pedigree, the flow stank dingee
And then everything you do, you do it well
Step in the light, Black Sheep, rep in it right
Share my point of view in a world way stingy
So cool, they called me old school in the eighties
Open the door, catch ya coping for more
First, exhale with the excel
Running the course, got black, running with force
Ain't gotta front for nada, it don't mean a thing
With ladies in their Mercedes at the foot of the good Fridays
I be the principal, it be invisible
What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
Rocking the spot, got y'all, loving the choice
Who in a lot of crews, a million molecules
Counter-attack, dance floors, making them crack
And then party all night rest well
And then even if your hurt you never tell
Till she's speaking in tongues, screaming out monk free
And then call your crew on your net cell
And then party all night rest well
Feeling the flame, Black Sheep, killing the pain
Ain't gotta smoke weed, pop ex or sniff blow
And then even if your hurt you never tell
On some Handsome Boy shit, telling how to trust me
But first, exhale with the excel
What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
And then everything you do you do it well
And then everybody loves the clientele
And then call your crew on your net cell
And then everybody loves the clientele
Setting the tone, Black Sheep, let it be known
And then open up a beer and roll a L
Paying my dues, God knows, nothing for free
Making it knock, all the way from the writer's block
First, exhale with the excel
Destined to hit the top, Dres the kettledrum
What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
If you can't hold, you hate, I over compensate
But ya'll motherfuckers better stay quiet
Something to see, scratch that, something ya be
Spilling the love, sunshine, feeling the same
And then open up a beer and roll an L
I move, like a phantom, amidst the meddlesome
And then party all night rest well
The only keys I got are the ones swinging on my key ring
That's why I'm go do shit
First, exhale with the excel
Ain't gotta toss threads, throw rolls and dress funny
It's like I'm walking on red carpet everywhere that I go
My styles illustrious, my moves are limitless
And then everything you do, you do it well
I'm the type to not follow, lead and drop throttle
And then even if your hurt you never tell
And then open up a beer and roll a L
A renegade with rhymes rolling to the tune, low key
What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
Just gotta be Dres, stay black and get dough
Never we high, too much ebony pride
More like I got a fuse, for when you got to choose
Taking it back, paper, making a stack
Recline and pop bottles with designer top models
And then everybody loves the clientele
But first, exhale with the excel
There be no optical above the pinnacle
