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Freak Y'All

アーティスト:Black Sheep  アルバム:Non-Fiction 

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Once again the Black Sheep are coming back at cha And I am the fabulous Chi and we gonna do it Some real freestyle stuff for all the ladies and gents So check it out, y'all, kick it It's time, time, time for the freaker to kick it through your speaker For the B-boys and Jameekahs, contrary to popular Sheep won't play the pop and if it comes to we We won't tell it to stop, 'cause see, that's what we do And I know for sure that I'm a razor sharp-witted black entrepreneur Me, y'all, nicer than your mother on your birthday Getting mad attention like the planet does on Earth Day Speaking of which, ain't it a bitch of a lesson when they say "You'll miss your youth" because I know you feel the stress when Chaos, chaos, chaos is the headline that means we're Near our deadline, so take your mind out of the fucking fed time Listen to the brother Dres, I says if only our records sold in Brazil Still, I sell all types of formats, s sound around that you heeded When it's completed, you can't beat it, it's what you needed, hip-hop Hip-hop, it's the cool type of sound that says the niggas won't stop The noise, 'cause sometimes can spawn so much confusion I wish, my people had the heart to start a revolution instead of picking On lil' ol' we put your mind where your nine's at and shoot to be free B, I'm like smooth soarer with the music out beyond me And make moves with more strategal than the army Freak freak, y'all, and it don't stop It's Black Sheep on the street with sure shots Freak freak, y'all, and it don't quit We make moves to the grooves with smooth shit Freak freak, y'all, said it don't stop It's Black Sheep on the street with sure shots Freak freak, y'all, yo it's def sounds Black Sheep blowing up like a hooker laying down I'm all about peace, peace, peace in this nation But if she played me in the womb, I give my mother complications The nigga named Dres, I raps like a gangsta bitch bandanna Peep the grammar, I appeal like banana pudding, I couldn't come If I couldn't get it done, I might dine and dash, I don't rhyme and run I make it better than mo', my style is wetter than hoes Than blasting H2O in the fifties on Negroes Still, brothers of today are out to get it done Don't call us Bigger Thomas, we packs a bigger gun The updated version of the glamorous life Sees me, the nineties Negro that's got a black wife Believe me, clenching on a bag


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