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