One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Black Sheep No further ado I give introduction Of Dres and Mista Lawnge A newfound baby sound production I'm not out to [vick?] you To strip or evict you But merely do the things you wanted to but weren't able Like move a party side to side Sway for sway And stride for stride First fine tune Then hit volume Aw sheep, hit the bass and got the boom So move to a rhythm that's quite uplifting Just when you thought that nothing would rise, I'm drifting Higher (higher) Yeah, higher I'm not a king, a prince, a ruler or a squire I'm not a prophet and I'm not a messiah I'm not a wolf or another flat tire... Listen I'm the Black Sheep man, oh yeah, I'm here And even if you turn, I bet your girlfriend stares at me And with me You step, she just might come get me Not slow but with a bounding leap She'll be pulling my wool... (and what else?) Count Black Sheep One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Black Sheep It's a Black Sheep "La Cosa Nostra", or "Thing Of Ours" A family affair that overflows the reservoir Of dollar short and daily sports who don't know what to do Because I'm rocking you, rocking you, rocking you Now listen because in a unit or family A poppa, a momma And brothers or sisters, see An atmosphere of love in the air Can give a clue or hunch To the way we all became black Brady Bunch (okay) To continue There's a sister who is bright A brother who's a wiz Another that's not right Stays out all damn night You wake him up too early, cursing ready to fight You say left and he says right-o You want to see E.T. but brother there puts on porno Love the family pet, I bet you even feed him Rave Brother cooks your tabby in the microwave (meow) He'd probably swipe your wallet if the light got dim Now you have your doubts But you never put it past him And in the end, on that one you never sleep (never sleep) Cause he's a Black Sheep One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Black Sheep What's up party people Party people, how ya doing Black Sheep coming through And then I guess that we're pursuing A bit of your time We'll skip over my sign And get into a beat and a bass line Stepping to the fellas Fellas, peace and how you be Keep the party orderly We all can get booty So before you rift, go play the bar again Chill, count to ten And bring me back a Heineken Cuties, cuties, cuties, where's the hoes? I knows and you knows and I know you know No jam complete without a flock of bo peeps Am I right? Am I, am I, am I right? Quite Focus that I see tonight be The epitome of sexy Then again, it's just me Honey next to you might look like doodoo But don't nap, a cutie might be in her crew In any event I see the movement And wonder where it is that the time went But I'm out See ya when the sun goes down And the Black Sheep are in your town Throwing down Be there in a second so don't sleep And if you do Count the Sheep One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Black Sheep

Metaphor for a missing moment Pull me into your perfect circle One womb, one shame, one resolve Liberate this will to release us all Gotta cut away, clear away Snip away and sever this umbilical residue Keeping me from killing you And from pulling you down with me in here I can almost hear you scream One more medicated, peaceful moment Give me one more medicated, peaceful moment And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming hostility I don't wanna feel this overwhelming hostility Gotta cut away, clear away Snip away and sever this umbilical residue Gotta cut away, clear away Snip away and sever this umbilical residue Keeping me from killing you Snip away and sever this Keeping me from killing you