Verse One: Dres 
Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep? 
Don't know who I am, or when [bad word] so you sleep 
Wasn't in my room, wasn't in my sphere 
Knew not who I was, but listen here 
Dres, D-R-E-S, yes I get suckers start 
If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here one apart 
Back, Middle, to the front, don't front 
Wanna a good time, gonna give you what you want 
Can I hear a hey? [Hey!] 
Now get a yo! [Yo!] 
You gotta hay? [Huh!] 
It's for the hoes [Oh!] 
The styling is creative, Black Sheep of the Native 
Can't be violated, or even decepticated 
I got brothers in the Jungle, cousins on the Quest 
Deaf retarded uncles, in parties were they rest 
Guess, which way, what, when, how 
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW 
Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers 
Then of course, the choice is yours 
 [bad word] 
You can get with this, or you can get with that [repeat 3X] 
I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at 
[repeat both lines 2X] 
Verse Two 
Where's the Black Sheep, here's the Black Sheep 
Even if we wanted to the flock could not be weak 
Watch me swing like this, why should I swing it like that, 
Because in fact, on me it might not attract 
Therefore I ignore, do as I feel inside 
I live with me, I've got my back tonight 
Ya know what I'm saying, yo Black, I'm not playing 
Need to go with this, or go with that with no delaying 
See, in actuality, one be can it be, 
I made it look easy, because it is to me 
Any time capacity was filled, try to rock it 
Any time a honey gave us play, tried to knock it 
Never was fool, so we finished school 
Never see us sweat, and you'll never see us drool 
Out to rock the globe while it's still here to rock 
Don't punch girls, and we don't punch a clock 
Gotta go, gotta go, see you later by the cat 
And you can't beat that with a bat 
 [bad word] 
Verse Three 
Now you can get this, or you can get with that 
I think you'll get with this yes, for this is kinda fat 
If you get with that, then you will surly miss, 
Because that is so wack, I think you'll get with this 
For in the day in my life, or rather the life of my days 
Never sweat the chaos, for Black Sheep has ways 
Although, how shall I say it, take a point, convey it 
Styling is quite Dolby, yes I know those for you play it 
Not to be all that though all that is my goal 
Stumble and fell, brother, like Dres would roll 
Need a y honey for a twilight stroll 
Gave up on sushi, give me an egg roll 
At & W, get to the Root, with a boot or sneaker 
Get near a speaker, demo to a single 
To the kind with a fly hoe, damned the scenario 
And, pass the paper, cross the fader 
Black Sheep getting played, like a Sony in a Beta 
Dres the creator, of a style that is much greater 
 [bad word]