Have U.N.E. Pull

[Intro: Chi Ali] 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 Tyson So I could just knock people's heads off Naaw, more like Prince So I could pull all the honeys Well a brother like Chi Ali is pulling all the honeys anyway But still, it would be nice [Verse 1: Dres] What's going on kid? At times I dress to be in I see you grinning I'm beginning to think that we're friends And if we are friends, then we are far from fools So I will then kiss and Let you into my sphere cool Now listen I'm known as a Black Sheep And if you try to pull the cover And attempt to sleep You won't get rest naaaah You can not sleep on this For I make noise... see But anyway, I [lyve-upside-a-day] It's where I live and though [I wish Therefore I pray with hay] I live on nonetheless Sometime [for sarry bress] I've got my body and my intellect I'm buddha blessed Now my "chalant-ness" Or rather lack of this You call the spade a spade Well I will call the spade a kiss Butt in the meantime You try to [french on that] And if the source [is your source or boss of course] I get a verbal bat Until I get through That we are rich with wealth Can you understand that you should be yourself? [Hook] 'Bah bah Black Sheep', have U.N.E. pull 'Bah bah Black Sheep', have U.N.E. pull 'Bah bah Black Sheep', have U.N.E. pull Or are you full of sheep Tryin to pull the wool [repeated 2x] [Verse 2] What's going on black? You want a hand to smack Well I can never be all that So I will give you daps I do the 'Hey yo' Your girl is on the strobe? Oh no that's kind of trip But gee I gotta go You see it's not the style of me So I'm not mending And I won't pull you leg Nor start pretending To be a fair weather With a plea to cop Cause you never let me hold your [skelly top] You see it's like this I'll start explaining Dres is down with self maintaining Don't say I can't, I know that I can Black Sheep rule, me and my man Or my man and I, Mista Lawnge and Dres Baby sounds are in the sphere Better do as Chris says As for me, to say just how You didn't know me then So you could never know me now [Hook] [Verse 3: Dres] What's going on hon? You say you're out for fun I got a pocket full of posies You say I got a gun Then take a step back Away from Flipper I'd rather shoot you with the joint Inside my zipper But not to be fresh For then I lose the groove I'd rather see you smile And move your booty smooth Then I get to know ya Got things to show ya Is there the chance Of me getting over And over and over and over and over again Now tell me Are you gonna let me in? For it's getting hot What I have have not Give me a second though I have a mansion and a yacht A Caddy for my daddy Somethin new for mom too A coat for Mista Lawnge And some hookers for the crew Honey don't get mad You know my love is greater But, I'll dig you later [Hook]