Move over just a bit to the right of me,
For I cannot see
Where the booty is.
I never boned a honey that I didn’t like
I never saw a mile that I couldn’t hike
I never had a spliff to make me choke
I never had a pocket that was broke
Now, harmony is a total love of things
For those who are inclined or better yet like to sing.
But piece of mind it is my right for the spark will ignite
Till I can catch a cab at the town at midnight,
Till I can be myself and not be thought as worse,
Till I can buy a slice from Howard Beach to the ‘Hurst.
Till I can get the pill without fear of eject,
And occupations which I seek I can have if I select.
Now, if I so select and reach out to make touch
How can you say that I ask for too much?
Dres, “Black with N.V.,” from Black Sheep’s A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, 1991
I never boned a honey that I didn’t like,
I never saw a mile that I couldn’t hike.
I never had a spliff to make me choke,
I never had a pocket that was broke.
I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts,
Say a hundred rhymes, and not sound like you once.
‘You claim to be the man, you want me for a lover,
So you can do my girlfriends and my sister and my mother?’
I said, ‘You’re very blunt,’ with quickness to the cue,
‘So whassup with your mother, does she look as good as you?’
I said, ‘Hey’, she said, ‘Hi.’
I said, ‘Us’, she said, ‘Try,’
‘And if you’re thinkin strictly boots, then I’ll say baby, bye bye.’