Текст (слова) песни: Black Sheep - Bbs

Intro: Dres
Crumbs to the floor
Bums off the wall
Stage lamb they`re sure I hate ya all
like a real brawl
One to the two, two to the R
E to S-E baby pall
Doin my thing with my peeps
Verse One: Dres
I bounce around the city like I was a personal check, see
I`m only runnin with niggaz catchin, dayroom wreck B
Keepin it real with appeal I gets filthy like I`m dirty
Straight up and down you`ll say that them the niggaz seven thirty
What nah, bumba claat babble like you got to say
Neither one no got jack, then me not come to play
So move it away I say before you can`t move it away
Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, aiyyyy!
Iiiii, oweee, who? You so
I`m rockin it on the regular I pick it up like a fro
and your radio`s fly when the Sheep`s on the dial
YOu flaunt it and freak it and flip it, freely with style
On top of the pile, funky laundry, for Ron G
Crazy shout out to papi pop, and Kanji
Keepin it tight making it right since I left
Though it was never wrong, don`t hate me cause I`m def
I`m just
Chorus: Emage
Bubblin brown sugar -- repeat 4X
Verse Two: Dres
Plop, plop... fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is
To be the epitome of an MC, gettin 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 astoundin sound representin royalty
Oop-a-daisy maybe, opps-a-daisy
Boots upside the head of niggaz who played D
Emblamin like fluid I`m keepin bullets like you threw it
Tip-top, hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shit
The brown bubblin down to rip it on the double
and it`s been three joints everybody thinks we"re smugglin
Ahem ahem, yeash well you know me
I put dope inside your vinyls, cassettes, and CD`s
A shoe-in when I kick it in the Bronx like Danny Branko
My flows dodge trucks when I pickup like a Bronco
Chorus
Verse Three: Dres
Yo, I save the drama for my mama comma 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 hittin bahbazahsn that you`re never gonna know
Alls 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
Takin the whoopin 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 hoe
Dolo wreakin havoc on your phono the igniter
I`m smokin cheeba sonny, I run with street fighters
And I`m not hearin your noise fearin your boys playin with toys
I`m crashin with a passion trashin and smashin decoys
Bright lights in action, yours you`ll beg my pardon
Cause you can`t be a Harlem player unless you play in Harlem

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Black Sheep - Bbs Intro: Dres Crumbs to the floor Bums off the wall Stage lamb they`re sure I hate ya all like a real brawl One to the two, two to the R E to S-E baby pall Doin my thing with my peeps Verse One: Dres I bounce around the city like I was a personal check, see I`m only runnin with niggaz catchin, dayroom wreck B Keepin it real with appeal I gets filthy like I`m dirty Straight up and down you`ll say that them the niggaz seven thirty What nah, bumba claat babble like you got to say Neither one no got jack, then me not come to play So move it away I say before you can`t move it away Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, aiyyyy! Iiiii, oweee, who? You so I`m rockin it on the regular I pick it up like a fro and your radio`s fly when the Sheep`s on the dial YOu flaunt it and freak it and flip it, freely with style On top of the pile, funky laundry, for Ron G Crazy shout out to papi pop, and Kanji Keepin it tight making it right since I left Though it was never wrong, don`t hate me cause I`m def I`m just Chorus: Emage Bubblin brown sugar -- repeat 4X Verse Two: Dres Plop, plop... fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is To be the epitome of an MC, gettin 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 astoundin sound representin royalty Oop-a-daisy maybe, opps-a-daisy Boots upside the head of niggaz who played D Emblamin like fluid I`m keepin bullets like you threw it Tip-top, hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shit The brown bubblin down to rip it on the double and it`s been three joints everybody thinks we"re smugglin Ahem ahem, yeash well you know me I put dope inside your vinyls, cassettes, and CD`s A shoe-in when I kick it in the Bronx like Danny Branko My flows dodge trucks when I pickup like a Bronco Chorus Verse Three: Dres Yo, I save the drama for my mama comma 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 hittin bahbazahsn that you`re never gonna know Alls 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 Takin the whoopin 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 hoe Dolo wreakin havoc on your phono the igniter I`m smokin cheeba sonny, I run with street fighters And I`m not hearin your noise fearin your boys playin with toys I`m crashin with a passion trashin and smashin decoys Bright lights in action, yours you`ll beg my pardon Cause you can`t be a Harlem player unless you play in Harlem Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bbs: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/18491.html Все тексты песен: Black Sheep » Black Sheep - H.A.A. (Here`s Another Asshole) » Black Sheep - Strobelite Honey » Black Sheep - Pass The 40 » Black Sheep - Non-Fiction » Black Sheep - the choice is yours \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Black Sheep - Blunted 10 » Black Sheep - Without A Doubt (Lawnge`s Mix) » Black Sheep - North South East West 12" » Black Sheep - For Doz That Slept » Black Sheep - Black With N.V » Black Sheep - Strobelite Honey » Black Sheep - The Choice is Yours (RM) » Black Sheep - Without a Doubt » Black Sheep - Gimme The Finga » Black Sheep - Flavor of the Month » Black Sheep - U Mean I`m Not » Black Sheep - Non Fiction » Black Sheep - Similak Child » Black Sheep - Yes » Black Sheep - Similak Child 12" Рекомендуем скачать: » John Cale - Sunday Morning » Juvenile - Fuck That Nigga » Jimmy Somerville - No More War » Jennifer Lopez NAS - I`m gonna be alright » John Kay - Hey I`m Alright » Josh Kelley - Here Again » Jerry Cantrell - Spiderbite » Journey - send her my love \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » John Denver - I’m In The Mood To Be Desired » Joan Osborne - Poison Apples » Juliane Werding - Drei Jahre Lang » John Fogerty - Southern Streamline » Jungle Brothers - How Ya Want It We Got It (Native Tongues » J-Kwon - Welcome to Tha Hood » John Frusciante - Well Ive Been » Joni Mitchell - Sisotowbell Lane » Joy Division - At a Later Date » Jimeoin - Ain`t Love The Fool » J. J. Cale - Crying » Jonny Lang - Good Morning Little Schoolgirl
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