Black Sheep - B.B.S. lyrics

[Black Sheep - B.B.S. lyrics]

Crumbs to the floor, bums off the wall
Stage landing, assured
I hit you all like a red ball
One to the two, 'D' to the 'R'
'E' to 'S' ­ me, baby pah
Doing my thing with my peeps don't sleep

I bounce around the city like
I was a personal cheque, see
I'm only running with niggas
Catching dayroom wreck, b
Keeping it real with appeal
I gets filthy like I'm dirty
Straight up and down, you'll say
That "them's the niggas, seven-thirty"
What now
Bumba claat bwai like you got to say?
Me nah want no back chat, me nah come to play
So move it away, I say
Before you can't move it away
Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, ayyyy!


Iiiii! Ohhh! Who? You, so
I'm rocking it on the regular
I pick it up like a 'fro
And your radio's fly when the
Sheep's on the dial we flaunt it
Freak it and flip it freely with style
On top of the pile, funky laundry for Ron G
Crazy shout out to Poppi-pop and Conji
Keeping it tight, making a right since I left
Though it was never wrong
Don't hate me cause I'm def i'm just

Bubbling brown sugar
Let me tell you what it's all about
Bubbling brown sugar
Make you want to dance and shout
Bubbling brown sugar
With a little jazzy beat
Bubbling brown sugar
Dres and Lawnge of Black Sheep

Plop-plop, fizz, fizz oh, what a relief it is
To be the epitome of an emcee
Getting biz ­ 'E' after 'R', 'R' after 'D'
'S' at the end, yes y'all it's me
No need to doubt it
New York's got my loyalty
Boogie Down, astounding sound
Representing royalty
Oops-a daisy, maybe, oops-a daisy
Boots upside the head of niggas who played D
Embalming like fluid
I'm keeping bullets like you threw it
Tip-top Hip-Hop, Black Sheep, new shit
The brown bubbling down to rip
It on the double and it's been three joints
Everybody thinks we're smuggling
Ahem ahem, yeah, well you know me
I put dope inside your vinyl
Cassettes and CDs
A shoo-in when I kick it in
The Bronx like Benny Blanco
My flows dodge trucks when I
Pickup like a Bronco

Bubbling brown sugar
Let me tell you what it's all about
Bubbling brown sugar
Make you want to dance and shout
Bubbling brown sugar
With a little jazzy beat
Bubbling brown sugar
Dres and Lawnge of Black Sheep

I save the drama for my llama
Karma for your comedy
With a condom for your momma when
She's up on top of me
I call it jealousy and you can call me hoe
Cause, I was hitting Barbizons that
You're never gonna know
All's well that ends well, here's to welfare
And friends that confront and
Lovers that care
I get down uptown from dawn to dusk, b
Taking to walking streets like
I was Billy McCluskie
Fuck retro! Nineties in Harlem?
You'll get wet, bro
Get low or you might need
Assistance from your head ho
Dolo, wreaking havoc on your phono
The igniter i'm smoking cheeba, sonny
I run with street fighters
And I'm not hearing your noise
Fearing your boys playing with toys
I'm crashing with a passion
Trashing and smashing decoys
Bright lights and action, y'alls
You'll beg my pardon
But, you can't be a Harlem player
Unless you play in Harlem

Bubbling brown sugar
Let me tell you what it's all about
Bubbling brown sugar
Make you want to dance and shout
Bubbling brown sugar
With a little jazzy beat
Bubbling brown sugar
Dres and Lawnge of Black Sheep

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