Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when Our common goal was waiting for the world to end Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
I walked down that lonely road of life Got my fair share Seen a different light Well, I tried so hard So don't you know I'll always be The black sheep
This is how I love you I wish for a shade I can pull I feel so afraid of watching you grow up This love hurts to much And I try to build a wall So I
Words and music: jim johnston I grew up inside a world of pains and ordinary things, That never seemed right in my eyes. And so my conscience and i,
My daddy was a brake man On a highball travelin' train An' momma, she raised four little children And a family had a good name An' poppa and momma wanted
Hello how ya doing? Can we keep it moving? It's the KJ-52 along with the John Reuben And we steady cooling mic checking one two and The choice is yours
Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin' you know what I'm sayin' With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine And Jack whose names is Joe Check it, check it,
Now when you see me It's me that you see And when you see Lawnge (B) Yo that's who he be Never been one for frontin G How'd we get so fly? Came naturally
It's the brown child, better version of the story Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori In Astoria, kid named, Tiki took the cake The greens and
Yo, yo, yo, yo the Sheep are back, black On the attack that fattens your format And suckers have to backtrack, regroup, resign As me and mine recline
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
We like blowing up the spot (Summa the time) We're known for fronting, not (Summa the time) We give our shows all we got, wreck the stage and lots play
learn because there's always someone mouthing Speaking on an issue, praise you or they diss you Lange as strong, they fly by me like Scott tissue My people, from nigger to negro
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
When I first saw you I thought that I knew you Now I know, I don't Just wish that I did Honey made a right Stepped of, took flight Upstairs, up more Made
might dine and dash, I don't rhyme and run I make it better than mo', my style is wetter than hoes Than blasting H2O in the fifties on Negroes Still
Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get over Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a little Little bit of, bit of the layer on my voice, please? Lawnge
I had her, you had her, we had her He had her, she had her, they had her (Oh, it seems that you're a ho) I had her, you had her, we had her He had her