The Choice Is Yours

Verse One: Dres Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep? Don't know who I am, or when I'm coming so you sleep Wasn't in my room, wasn't in my sphere Knew not who I was, but listen here Dres, D-are-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 want to 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 sexy honey for a twilight stroll Gave up on sushi, give me an egg roll At A & 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 Chorus