Have U.N.E. Pull

Intro (by Chi Ali)

Dag, I wish I was like Jordan

So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me

Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson

So I could just knock people's heads off

Naaw, more like Prince

So I could pull all the honeys

Well a brother like Chi Ali is pullin all the honeys anyway

But still, it would be nice

First Verse

What's goin on kid?

At times I dress to be in

I see you grinnin I'm beginnin to think that we're friends

And if we are friends, then we are far from fools

So I will then kiss and

let you into my sphere cool

Now listen I'm known, as a Black Sheep

And if you try to pull the cover

and attempt to sleep

You won't get rest naaaah

You can not sleep on this

For I make noise... see

But anyway, I

It's where I live and though therefore I pray with hay>

I live on nonetheless

Someime

I've got my body and my intellect

I'm buddha blessed

Now my chalantness

Or rather lack of this

You call the spade a spade

well I will call the spade a kiss

Butt in the meantime

You try to

And if the source

I get a verbal bat

Until I get through

that we are rich with wealth

Can you understand that you should be yourself?

Chorus > repeats twice

'Bah bah Black Sheep' repeated three

Have U.N.E. Pull / times

Or are you full of sheep

Tryin to pull the wool

Second Verse

What's goin on black?

You want a hand to smack

Well I can never be all that

So I will give you daps

I do the 'Hey yo'

Your girl is on the strobe?

Oh no that's kind of trip

But gee I gotta go

You see it's not the style of me

So I'm not mending

And I won't pull you leg

Nor start pretending

to be a fair weather

with a plea to come

Cause you never let me hold your

You see it's like this I'll start explaining

Dres is down with self maintaining

Don't say I can't, I know that I can

Black Sheep rule, me and my man

Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres

Baby sounds are in the sphere

better do as Chris says

As for me, to say just how

You didn't know me then

so you could never know me now

Chorus

Third verse

What's goin on hon?

You say you're out for fun

I got a pocket full of posies

You say I got a fun

Then take a step back

Away from Flipper

I'd rather shoot you with the joint

inside my zipper

But not to be fresh

For then I lose the groove

I'd rather see you smile

And move your booty smooth

Then I get to know ya

Got things to show ya

Is there the chance

of me gettin over

And over and over and over and over again

Now tell me

Are you gonna let me in

For it's gettin hot

what I have have not

Give me a second though

I have a mansion and a yacht

A caddy for my daddy

somethin new for mom too

A coat for Mista Lawnge

and some hook-ers for the crew

Honey don't get mad

You know my love is greater

But, I'll dig you later

Chorus

'I can dig it' > repeated six times

with gradually decreasing emphasis