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Flavor Of The Month Lyricsby Black Sheep Buy album CD: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Verse One It's times like this that I've gotta crack a smile If about anything, than it's gotta be style What happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do the proving, Dres, of the Black Sheep Yo, let's get the Sheep moving I'd like to pay a tribute, to what, to knocking boots I'm single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots But there's another, the other The brother on the cover I brought along, I brought along I brought along, Lawnge I do a not a trio move your bootie cause I say so Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe Now I hold a microphone, but this is what I wanted A pocket full of panonie, better me than those that front it Dropping bombs, lovely, make 'em jet without their Jetta Keep fronting if you're wanting but I bet ya the Beretta Punctuates and exclamates, the lingo I let go Not that it's my style cuz I let go my ego Be it just us, just you or just me or just who Never am I full, gotta to get residuals Pronto, Tonto Was engine number nine I'm out to get the nickels, quarters, pennies and the dimes Chorus Butt in the meantime, I try to hawk one I try to hawk one, in the meantime Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one I try to hawk one in the meantime Verse Two At last, Black Sheep on wax And finally, it's for himself that Mista Lawnge is laying tracks Now I won't dally your fiddle Give ya more than bits and kibble Or is it kibbles and bits that became hits, now there's a riddle Believe me, cuz you see, I do understand Heard a jam that was flam Bought the album, Van Damme, it's weak But for the moment, I won't speak Upon this, I mean that, I mean those, I mean them I mean there, I mean here, damn Yo, whatcha trying say Dres? Yo let me try this again Ya see, this is rather funky, the style that I'm displaying Somewhat bona fide, on the side of okay and Finally, your hunger for dopeness is full Hmmm, please excuse me, Yo, turn it up a decibel For I am about to rip a style That will make heads bop awhile So please step to the right, if ya suck Should I do 'em Violators "Ahh, what the fuck?" Moving, yes I'm moving, am I moving? "Goony gu-gu" Say la say la what, say la say la say la "pu-pu" Say it in a second, after Dres is finished wrecking As I'm wrecking, gotcha checking Step to this and Dres will deck Chorus Verse Three Surprising you, I'm rising, Dresmerizing and subliminalizing Black Sheep are here, we're breaking all ties And making songs that are prolific Specific as terrific Move a body in the city to both sides of the Pacific I'm Dres and you are not You're cold, I'm hot which means I'm soon to boil bootie Your bootie, your bootie, the butt, but still you think your royal Are you mad, are you jealous Overjoyed or over zealous? Hold your glass and sip For when you held the mike you couldn't rip Before your mike went hush Keep sipping stupid lush I know I'll be all right tonight I took my time, I didn't rush I didn't blush, I didn't frown Got up to get down Henceforth, I'm getting down and dirty, G You thought that I would not be Stupid, Cupid, or elupid I sting ya like a bumble Where's the bee, here I be Can'tcha see, can'tcha peep? If you're sleeping then wake up If you're stinking then wash up If you're creeping, then catch up You're rolling with the Black Sheep Chorus Chorus
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