Handsome Boy Modeling School - First... And Then текст песни

Shhh. I’m sayin' I wasn’t even gonna do this shit.
But I owe this motherfucker a favor
So I’ma do this shit
Y’all motherfuckers better stay quiet
Open the door, catch ya, coping for more
Told you before, velvet, smooth as velour
Step in the light, Black Sheep, rep in it right
Never we high, too much ebony pride
Something to see, scratch that, something ya be Paying my dues, god knows, there’s nothing for free
Taking it back, paper, making a stack
Counter-attack, dance floors, making them crack
Running the course, got black, running with force
Rocking the spot, got y’all, loving the choice
Feeling the flame, Black Sheep, killing the pain
Spilling the love, sunshine, feeling the same
Setting the tone, Black Sheep, let it be known
Cooler than ice, hamming it up, keeping it’s own
Making it knock, all the way from the writer’s block
Eatin' ox tails, with cocktails, holding my cock! Yo!
First. Exhale with the excel, and then, call your crew on your nextel
And then, open up a beer and roll an L, and then, party all night rest well
But first, exhale with the excel, and then everything you do you do it well
And then, even if your hurt you never tell, and then, everybody love the
clientele
I’m the type to not follow, lead and drop throttle
Recline and pop bottles with designer top models
The type to not sweat it, stacking not regret it Said it with hot head, my thing, got to get it I move, like a phantom, I’m mister meddlesome
Destined to hit the top, Dres the kettledrum
Kennel one pedigree, the flow stank dingee
Share my point of view in a world waste din gee
I be the principal, it be invisible
There be no obstacle, above the pinnacle
More like I got a fuse, for when you got to choose
Who in a lot of crews, a million molecules
There won’t be no debate, my skills are overweight
If you can’t hold your hate, I over compensate
It’s Dres, D — R — E — S, the one that does it best
My styles illustrious, my moves are limitless
Now it doesn’t even matter if I do or if I don’t have dough
It’s like I’m walking on red carpet everywhere that I go
A renegade with rhymes rolling to the tune, low key
Opposite the velvet ropes where Heinekens flow free
And I’m known throughout the world for what I do with one bar
Slap a rapper even crack a nigga lower lumbar
Ain’t gotta front for nada, it don’t mean a thing
The only keys I got are the one’s swinging on my key ring
Ain’t gotta toss threads, throw rolls, and dress funny
Just gotta be Dres, stay black, and get money
Ain’t gotta smoke weed, pop ex, or sniff blow
Just gotta be Dres, stay black, and get dough
So cool, they called me old school in the eighties
With ladies in their Mercedes at the foot of the Euphrates
On some handsome boy shit, telling how to trust me Till she’s speaking in tongues, screaming out muck fee