The Choice Is Yours

Verse One: Dres

Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep?

Don't know who I am, or when I'm coming so you sleep

Wasn't in my room, wasn't in my sphere

Knew not who I was, but listen here

Dres, D-R-E-S, yes I get suckers start

If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here one apart

Back, Middle, to the front, don't front

Wanna a good time, gonna give you what you want

Can I hear a hey? [Hey!]

Now get a yo! [Yo!]

You gotta hay? [Huh!]

It's for the hoes [Oh!]

The styling is creative, Black Sheep of the Native

Can't be violated, or even decepticated

I got brothers in the Jungle, cousins on the Quest

Deaf retarded uncles, in parties were they rest

Guess, which way, what, when, how

Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW

Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers

Then of course, the choice is yours

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You can get with this, or you can get with that [repeat 3X]

I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at

[repeat both lines 2X]

Verse Two

Where's the Black Sheep, here's the Black Sheep

Even if we wanted to the flock could not be weak

Watch me swing like this, why should I swing it like that,

Because in fact, on me it might not attract

Therefore I ignore, do as I feel inside

I live with me, I've got my back tonight

Ya know what I'm saying, yo Black, I'm not playing

Need to go with this, or go with that with no delaying

See, in actuality, one be can it be,

I made it look easy, because it is to me

Any time capacity was filled, try to rock it

Any time a honey gave us play, tried to knock it

Never was fool, so we finished school

Never see us sweat, and you'll never see us drool

Out to rock the globe while it's still here to rock

Don't punch girls, and we don't punch a clock

Gotta go, gotta go, see you later by the cat

And you can't beat that with a bat

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Verse Three

Now you can get this, or you can get with that

I think you'll get with this yes, for this is kinda fat

If you get with that, then you will surly miss,

Because that is so wack, I think you'll get with this

For in the day in my life, or rather the life of my days

Never sweat the chaos, for Black Sheep has ways

Although, how shall I say it, take a point, convey it

Styling is quite Dolby, yes I know those for you play it

Not to be all that though all that is my goal

Stumble and fell, brother, like Dres would roll

Need a sexy honey for a twilight stroll

Gave up on sushi, give me an egg roll

At A & W, get to the Root, with a boot or sneaker

Get near a speaker, demo to a single

To the kind with a fly hoe, damned the scenario

And, pass the paper, cross the fader

Black Sheep getting played, like a Sony in a Beta

Dres the creator, of a style that is much greater

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