Lyrics Who's Next? - Black Sheep
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
Really
doe,
really
doe,
you's
a
really
silly
ho
To
think
that
you
could
fuck
with
me
then
step
to
my
bro
No,
I
don't
think
so,
nor
do
I
drink,
so
That
seems
to
me
to
be
the
reaction
of
a
stank
ho
How
could
you
play
yourself
when
I
thought
so
much
about
you?
So
now
the
sugar
dick
daddy's
got
to
do
without
you
I
guess
I'll
proceed
to
the
next
I'm
going
to
miss
your
eyes,
your
smile
and,
of
course,
the
sex
From
the
very
first
day
I
met
you,
I
didn't
think
I'd
get
you
That's
why
I
didn't
sweat
you
I
knew
there
was
another
because
I
saw
you
with
him
Still
you
turned
around,
winked
your
eye
and
gave
me
rhythm
I
said,
"Oh
shit,
it's
time
to
get
with
it"
Pulled
out
my
blade
and
your
man's
neck
split
I
grabbed
you
by
the
hand,
he
didn't
understand
But
I
stepped
off
the
scene
just
knowing
I
was
the
man
We
enjoyed
the
date,
also
the
night
Then
I
said
to
myself,
"Self,
something
ain't
right"
Excuse
me,
miss,
can
you
tell
me
what's
the
twist
It
seems
to
be
you're
too
promiscuous
She
was
wookin'
pa
nub
in
all
the
wrong
faces
Wookin'
pa
nub
in
all
the
wrong
places
Man,
I
didn't
know
what
to
think
of
you
When
I
found
out
you
ran
through
my
whole
damn
crew
Molecules,
Cee-Low
and
Chucky
Smash
Showbiz,
AG
and
the
whole
Boombash
You
hit
them
all
off,
it
wasn't
just
me
And
then
I
heard
you
boned
Chi-Ali,
damn
I
said,
"Oh
no,
ho,
you
gots
to
go
But
take
my
number
though
'cause,
yo,
you
never
know"
See
the
way
Mr
Lawnge
likes
to
play
them
I
only
like
to
lay
them
around
five
a.m
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
Now,
when
I
first
saw
ya
I
tried
to
ignore
ya
'Cause
niggas
was
playing
you
closer
than
rice
and
goya
Face
like
Halle,
ass
like
Angina
Feet
like
Pebbles
and
cook
like
Aunt
Jemima
Plus
I
hear
that
she's
quick
to
bring
a
nigga
to
the
brink
Beaver?
Nah,
believe
her
shit's
all
mink
She
played
the
party
scene
like
she
had
a
death
wish
And
niggas
crazy
sweated
her
like
she
wrote
the
guest
list
Out
of
sight,
me
and
my
peeps
are
getting
solar
She
walked
by,
I
reached
out
and
said,
"Yo,
nola"
"That's
not
my
name",
I
said,
"I
know,
but
anyway
Honey,
take
this
number
you
can
call
me
any
day"
Quicksand,
I
didn't
understand
that
she's
a
fan
Rather
that
honey
wants
more
props
than
a
kickstand
She'd
told
her
friends
what
I
told
mine
here
"I'mma
knock
that
ass
in
due
time,
hear?"
She
called
the
next
day
and
I'm
like,
"What's
your
occupation?"
The
method
in
my
madness
was
the
same
of
operation
She
was
a
po'
ho,
a
hobo,
a
part-time
boho
so
Yo,
for
the
ring,
she's
giving
low
blows
Schematic
peeped,
she
came
by
to
let
me
hammer
her
She's
looking
right,
damn,
I
should've
hid
the
camera
She
hit
me
off
but,
yo,
it's
my
word
She
got
dropped
by
the
first,
picked
up
by
the
third
I
lay
down
sleepy,
that
shit
was
crazy
creepy
Rrring!
I
pick
it
up,
this
nigga's
like,
"Somebody
beep
me?"
I'm
feeling
cheated,
the
shit
shall
never
be
repeated
Before
I
get
defeated,
yo,
I'll
beat
it
'Cause
I
use
steel-plated
latex
lately
And
when
they
say
'downtown',
yo,
I
stop
at
42nd
Street
'Cause
to
get
laid
many
prices
are
paid
And
I'm
so
'noid
I
don't
want
a
band-aid
I
try
to
stay
aware
of
the
drama,
it's
crazy
Plus,
see
I
got
to
tell
your
mama
that
I'm
swayze
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
(Oh,
it
seems
that
you're
a
ho)
I
had
her,
you
had
her,
we
had
her
He
had
her,
she
had
her,
they
had
her
I
don't
want
you
no
mo'
Cheers
to
the
gigolos
and
the
hoes
About
to
open
up
your
nose
'cause
that's
the
way
my
love
flows
To
every
man
that
said
he'll
never
get
up
in
it
If
I
said
that
you
could
win
it
you'd
be
at
my
house
in
five
minutes
The
sugar's
so
sweet
and
if
I
let
you
get
me
in
between
the
sheets
It's
my
beat,
I'm
telling
you
again
and
again
I
don't
get
nasty
with
the
men
like
I
get
nasty
with
the
pen
People
like
to
call
girls
that
like
men
with
money
trash
But
you's
an
ass
if
you
don't
like
a
nigga
with
cash
I
don't
really
care,
I
like
the
big
bucks
So
if
I
gotta
be
trash,
yo,
fucking
call
a
garbage
truck
Love
don't
have
a
price
but
you
gotta
know
the
deal
I'm
a
tell
it
like
it
is
'cause
I
like
to
keep
it
real
When
a
man's
broke
he's
got
his
hand
on
the
trigger
But
if
his
pockets
got
figures
he
ain't
sweating
the
next
nigga
I
like
a
nigga
that
rolls
strong,
when
I'm
in
the
studio
Making
songs,
he's
out
making
the
pockets
long
So
peace
to
the
niggas
with
wealth,
niggas
that
go
for
self
'Cause
I
ain't
fucking
with
nothing
else
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