Текст (слова) песни: Black Sheep f Emage - B.B.S.

 
[Dres] 
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 
 
[Verse One] 
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 
 
[Chorus: Emage] 
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 
 
[Verse Two] 
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 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse Three] 
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 
 
[Chorus]
 

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