Have U.N.E. Pull Lyrics
| Song | Have U.N.E. Pull |
| Artist | Black Sheep |
| Album | A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McLean, Titus | |
| (Intro: by 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 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 pullin all the honeys anyway | |
| But still, it would be nice | |
| (First Verse) | |
| What's goin on kid? | |
| At times I dress to be in | |
| I see you grinnin I'm beginnin 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 | |
| It's where I live and though | |
| I live on nonetheless | |
| Someime | |
| I've got my body and my intellect | |
| I'm buddha blessed | |
| Now my chalantness | |
| 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 | |
| And if the source | |
| I get a verbal bat | |
| Until I get through | |
| that we are rich with wealth | |
| Can you understand that you should be yourself? | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| (x3) | |
| 'Bah bah Black Sheep' | |
| Have U.N.E. Pull | |
| Or are you full of sheep | |
| Tryin to pull the wool | |
| (Second Verse) | |
| What's goin 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 come | |
| Cause you never let me hold your | |
| 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 | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Third verse) | |
| What's goin on hon? | |
| You say you're out for fun | |
| I got a pocket full of posies | |
| You say I got a fun | |
| 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 gettin over | |
| And over and over and over and over again | |
| Now tell me | |
| Are you gonna let me in | |
| For it's gettin 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 hook-ers for the crew | |
| Honey don't get mad | |
| You know my love is greater | |
| But, I'll dig you later | |
| (Chorus) | |
| 'I can dig it' (x6) | |
| with gradually decreasing emphasis |
| zuo ci : McLean, Titus | |
| Intro: by 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 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 pullin all the honeys anyway | |
| But still, it would be nice | |
| First Verse | |
| What' s goin on kid? | |
| At times I dress to be in | |
| I see you grinnin I' m beginnin 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 | |
| It' s where I live and though | |
| I live on nonetheless | |
| Someime | |
| I' ve got my body and my intellect | |
| I' m buddha blessed | |
| Now my chalantness | |
| 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 | |
| And if the source | |
| I get a verbal bat | |
| Until I get through | |
| that we are rich with wealth | |
| Can you understand that you should be yourself? | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| x3 | |
| ' Bah bah Black Sheep' | |
| Have U. N. E. Pull | |
| Or are you full of sheep | |
| Tryin to pull the wool | |
| Second Verse | |
| What' s goin 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 come | |
| Cause you never let me hold your | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Third verse | |
| What' s goin on hon? | |
| You say you' re out for fun | |
| I got a pocket full of posies | |
| You say I got a fun | |
| 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 gettin over | |
| And over and over and over and over again | |
| Now tell me | |
| Are you gonna let me in | |
| For it' s gettin 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| ' I can dig it' x6 | |
| with gradually decreasing emphasis |
| zuò cí : McLean, Titus | |
| Intro: by 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 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 pullin all the honeys anyway | |
| But still, it would be nice | |
| First Verse | |
| What' s goin on kid? | |
| At times I dress to be in | |
| I see you grinnin I' m beginnin 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 | |
| It' s where I live and though | |
| I live on nonetheless | |
| Someime | |
| I' ve got my body and my intellect | |
| I' m buddha blessed | |
| Now my chalantness | |
| 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 | |
| And if the source | |
| I get a verbal bat | |
| Until I get through | |
| that we are rich with wealth | |
| Can you understand that you should be yourself? | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| x3 | |
| ' Bah bah Black Sheep' | |
| Have U. N. E. Pull | |
| Or are you full of sheep | |
| Tryin to pull the wool | |
| Second Verse | |
| What' s goin 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 come | |
| Cause you never let me hold your | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Third verse | |
| What' s goin on hon? | |
| You say you' re out for fun | |
| I got a pocket full of posies | |
| You say I got a fun | |
| 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 gettin over | |
| And over and over and over and over again | |
| Now tell me | |
| Are you gonna let me in | |
| For it' s gettin 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| ' I can dig it' x6 | |
| with gradually decreasing emphasis |
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