[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 [x3]
 I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at
 [repeat both lines x2]

 [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]