Dag, I wish I was like Jordan

So I could just fly through the air no one could ever stop me

Or, or like Mike Mike Tyson so I could just knock people's heads off

Nah, more like Prince so I could pull all the honeys

Well a brother like Chi Ali is pulling all the honey's anyway

But still, it would be nice What's going on kid? At times I dress to be in

I see you grinnin I'm beginnin to think that we're friends

And if we are friends, then we are far from fools

So I will then kiss and let you into my sphere cool Now listen I'm known, as a Black Sheep

And if you try to pull the cover and attempt to sleep

You won't get rest nah you can not sleep on this

For I make noise, see But anyway, I

It's where I live and though therefore I pray with hay

I live on nonetheless sometime

I've got my body and my intellect I'm buddha blessed now my chalantness

Or rather lack of this you call the spade a spade

Well I will call the spade a kiss but in the meantime

You try to and if the source I get a verbal bat

Until I get through that we are rich with wealth

Can you understand that you should be yourself? Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool What's going on black? You want a hand to smack

Well I can never be all that so I will give you daps

I do the 'Hey yo', your girl is on the strobe?

Oh no that's kind of trip but gee I gotta go You see it's not the style of me so I'm not mending

And I won't pull you leg nor start pretending

To be a fair weather with 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 my man Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres

Baby sounds are in the sphere

Better do as Chris says as for me, to say just how

You didn't know me then so you could never know me now Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool What's going on hon? You say you're out for fun

I got a pocket full of posies you say I got a gun

Then take a step back away from Flipper

I'd rather shoot you with the joint inside my zipper But not to be fresh for then I lose the groove

I'd rather see you smile and move your booty smooth

Then I get to know ya got things to show ya

Is there the chance of me getting over And over and over and over and over again

Now tell me are you gonna let me in?

For it's getting hot what I have have not

Give me a second thought I have a mansion and a yacht

A caddy for my daddy something' new for mom too

A coat for Mista Lawnge and some hookers for the crew

Honey don't get mad you know my love is greater

But, I'll dig you later Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Bah bah Black Sheep, have U.N.E. pull?

Or are you full of sheep tryin' to pull the wool I can dig it, I can dig it, I can dig it

I can dig it, I can dig it, I can dig it