Traduction: Black Sheep. Bbs.
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
B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers
motherfucking 10 My skin is my sin My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N ("Burning our black skin") [x2] [W.C.] Who's that janky-ass nigga with last? Standing like
and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc? Kris Kross, the B.O.S.S., divine styler Def Jef of course let's break it down ta Mic Geronimo,
shows, Rob Base let me get ill yo! It's the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C. I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (
I like it And then it's all because of you (all because of you..) And then it's all because of you (all because of you..) And then it's all because
I lost it but -- -- back is the Black Boogey Man Manic mad musician, maker of noise that's jocked, by your homeboys I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the
my paper Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them when I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim! [Skatterman] It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep
family Religious through and through. But yay there was a black sheep And he knew just what to do. His name was young J.B. and he refused to step in-line
cosy condition That we create, cause that's our mission 'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cosy condition That we create, cause that's our mission 'Cause it's
Yeah, the tide's goin' down nigga All we need is a a stage, Gotti Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon It's on and poppin' baby The Last Temptation! He's back
sexin' in the backseat Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black mink Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's black sheep I know it's on, if you
we were nine or ten Together we climbed hills and trees Learned of love and A B C's Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees Goodbye, my friend, it's
the Enemy's new How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go 'Bout the war and how it's shitty that
dup damn Yo I lost it but back is the Black Boogey Man Manic mad musician, maker of noise that's jocked, by your Homeboys, I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's
off, soon after that he got laid off I'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow Hold your black stallions and your black sheeps Black
