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Verse One Dres. I skipped the line, I paid my dime. I hung my coat, and now it's time. To move to the forefront take my rounds. Say peace and give a pound have a drink, get down. I'm on the
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Dres. Listen, this is Dres, and I'm letting ya know. That S-H-O-W-B-I-Z and A. G. are all that. So just sit back, relax, if you got a big bozak *** that. Like Mr. Long, my brother from another
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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
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mother fuckin' throat. Waitin' for the mother fuckin' school bus. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Dres, yo Dres. Wake up man, wake up. What's wrong with you man. Yo, I had a mother fuckin' dream, man. What the
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Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep?. Don't know who I am, or when I'm coming so you sleep. Wasn't in my room, wasn't in my sphere. Knew not who I was, but listen here. Dres, D-are-E-S
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can't say Dres, you can call me cool. Styles unlimited, you can't get with it. But you can get this if you straddled and it fitted. I wondered and I pondered if your family were Roman. 'Cause you're
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a plea to come. 'Cause you never let me hold your You see it's like this I'll start explaining. Dres is down with self maintaining. Don't say I can't, I know that I can. Black Sheep rule, me and
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kick it for a second, yes, I kick it for a sec. Get wreck, and double check, got to play with your select. Name is Dres, D-R-E-S, yes, I guess that it is. Ya gotta bag of Buddha well smoke a sess I'm
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get naked. Play before a crowd only if you wanna wreck it The name is Dres, like silk I get slick. Drop rhymes like a base head Bic flicks. Constantly, yes it's me, D R E S. So yes, I guess, unless
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bah Dres, now tell me have U. N. E. Pull. I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow. Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow. Then she started feeling. Yes it was appealing. I thought of
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honey Opps, I meant to say hoes, broke my own rhyme. What'cha didn't know, uh oh. I see a stroblelite hoe, I gotta go, I gotta go. Yo Dres, it's your turn. Act like gonnarhea and burn baby burn Step
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, every sound from my lips. At my fingertips I levitate the audience. So ask Brooks and Dres who's got the effects. More Dogg than Mardi Gras, rugged like Goretex. Reach out and touch your whole crew
