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You know what? 
Huh? 
You know what? 
What? 
You know what? 
You know what? 
The 
Sugar D I C D A D I E 
That's just a title, explaining who I be 
Mista L A W N G E 
I take a sucker from any phil and injure thee 
Now that I've spelled it out 
And you like the way it sounds 
I'm dissing rap music 
and rap music on the grounds 
You say I'm full of sheep 
And for that I give a pound 
The Sugar Dick Daddy 
Mista Lawnge to break it down 
Ladies, step to me for a real neat treat 
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge 
You can call me sweet meat 
I wear protection, you won't catch claps here 
Come over later, but first go get a pap smear 
Nine point five okay dear? 
And don't forget clean underwear 
Cause I don't want the funk to flow 
After after I'm done, yo ya gotta go 
'Don't you know ho, don-tcha know ho' 
Okay enough is enough, time to get that off my bladder 
And dig deep into the subject matter 
You know what? 
You know what? 
I'm sick and tired of rappers not real 
And suckers makin' it with a pop feel 
Labels signin acts with nuff bills 
Tax write off, cause you have no skills 
You go make a demo 
get a deal and start to sprout 
Gold, platinum, and then start sellin out 
You get a Benz and trash the Nova 
Double platinum, and start crossin over 
Then you get fall, I won't give examples 
HINT HINT, they use the same old samples 
But not the Sheep 
for we are sleek and unique 
Top of the peek and others are weak 
Follow the words that I speak 
The situation is bleak 
But this is the fly shit that you seek 
When the style is dope 
Mista Lawnge'sa particapator 
If you wanna battle, later 
Cause Black Sheep are certified greater than... 
But, I said later man 
'I can dig it' 
You know what? 
You know what? 
You know what? 
You know what? 
You know what? 
You know what? 
You know what? 
You know what? 
I turn on the radio 
Be a prime time to a late night rap show 
Here, the same old, same old 
And that's on your, new single 
Your product, is a product, of no productivity 
Can ya, see G? 
You kick a wack style 
And claim to have brains 
Take the funky drummer and give him back to James 
I'm dope, I'm dope 
Heh, I can't cope 
Keep your cordless, cause you bore this 
You say you're sure, yeah 
but I'm the surest 
That, Black Sheep are unique 
Funk clever brothers that will 
make the church girl freak 
Out, without a doubt 
You have no wins in a '91 bout 
So shout, pout,do what you want 
But you're out the picture 
And I'ma get you sucka 
Cause youse a dumb mothafucka 
Better off as a tractor trail trucker 
But movin right along to the Woodstock 
Stop, remember when the band was on rock 
Negro music, heh, seperated 
It blew up and became rap 
and you hated it 
That's of course till you see 
A motherfucker that, could be in your family 
Drop lyrics then you hear it 
With glee, then only thing it tells me 
Is that you know a good thing 
when you see it. 
You run to get a ten 
Cause you cannot be it 
So, off the top off my head 
I guess I keep it rollin 
Till aaaaaaah... the rap gets stolen 
Like so many other things called theft 
And when it's gone what will be left 
YOU sucker, dumb fucker don't turn blue 
You know what? 
Talkin' to you 
You know what? 
Chump 
You know what? 
You know what? 
You know What?

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