Mista Lawnge - To Whom It May Concern lyrics

You know what? Huh? You know what? What? You know what? You know what? The Sugar D-I-C, D-A-D-I-E That's just a title, explaining who I be Mista L-A-W-N-G-E I take a s**er from any phil and injure thee Now that I've spelled it out And you like the way it sounds I'm dissing rap music And rap music on the grounds You say I'm full of sheep And for that I give a pound The Sugar Dick Daddy Mista Lawnge to break it down Ladies, step to me for a real neat treat And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge You can call me sweet meat I wear protection, you won't catch claps here Come over later, but first go get a pap smear Nine point five okay dear? And don't forget clean underwear Cause I don't want the funk to flow And after I nut, yo ya gotta go 'Don't you know ho, don-tcha know ho' Okay enough is enough, time to get that off my bladder And dig deep into subject matter You know what? You know what? I'm sick and tired of rappers not real And s**ers makin' it with a pop feel Labels signin acts for nuff bills Tax write off, cause you have no sk**s You go make a demo Get a deal and start to sprout Gold, platinum, and then start sellin out You get a Benz and trash the Nova Double platinum, and start crossin over Then you get fall, I won't give examples HINT HINT, they use the same old samples But not the Sheep For we are sleek and unique Top of the peak and others are weak Follow the words I speak The situation is bleak But this is the fly sh** that you seek When the style is dope Mista Lawnge'sa participator If you wanna battle, later Cause Black Sheep are certified greater than... But, I said later man 'I can dig it' You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? [Dres] I turn on the radio Be a prime time to a late night rap show Here, the same old, same old And that's on your, new single Your product, is a product, of no productivity Can ya, see G? You kick a whack style And claim to have brains Take the funky drummer and give him back to James I'm dope, I'm dope Heh, I can't cope Keep your cordless, because you bore this You say you're sure, yeah But I'm the surest That, Black Sheep are unique Funky clever brothers that will Make a church girl freak Out, without a doubt You have no wins in a '91 bout So shout, pout, do what you want But you're out the picture And I'mma get you s**a Cause youse a dumb mothaf**a Better off as a tractor trail trucker But movin right along to the Woodstock Stop, remember when the band was on rock Negro music, heh, separated It blew up and became rap And you hated it That's of course till you see A motherf**er that, could be in your family Drop lyrics then you hear it With glee, then only thing it tells me Is that you know a good thing When you see it You run to get a tan Cause you cannot be it So, off the top off my head I guess I keep it rollin Till aaaaaaah... the rap gets stolen Like so many other things called theft And when it's gone what will be left YOU s**er, dumb f**er don't turn blue You know what? Talkin' to you You know what? Chump You know what? You know what? You know What?