paroles de chanson To Whom It May Concern - Black Sheep
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
sucker
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
After
after
I'm
done,
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
the
subject
matter
You
know
what?
You
know
what?
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
rappers
not
real
And
suckers
makin'
it
with
a
pop
feel
Labels
signin
acts
with
nuff
bills
Tax
write
off,
cause
you
have
no
skills
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
peek
and
others
are
weak
Follow
the
words
that
I
speak
The
situation
is
bleak
But
this
is
the
fly
shit
that
you
seek
When
the
style
is
dope
Mista
Lawnge'sa
particapator
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?
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
wack
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,
cause
you
bore
this
You
say
you're
sure,
yeah
But
I'm
the
surest
That,
Black
Sheep
are
unique
Funk
clever
brothers
that
will
Make
the
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'ma
get
you
sucka
Cause
youse
a
dumb
mothafucka
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,
seperated
It
blew
up
and
became
rap
And
you
hated
it
That's
of
course
till
you
see
A
motherfucker
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
ten
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
sucker,
dumb
fucker
don't
turn
blue
You
know
what?
Talkin'
to
you
You
know
what?
Chump
You
know
what?
You
know
what?
You
know
What?
![Black Sheep - A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/o/k/a/a/fmr__qaako.jpg)
1 Butt in the Meantime
2 Strobelite Honey
3 Are You Mad
4 The Choice Is Yours - Edit
5 To Whom It May Concern
6 Similak Child
7 Try Counting Sheep
8 La Menage
9 Gimme The Finga
10 Hoes We Knows
11 Go To Hail
12 L.A.S.M.
13 Black With N.V. (No Vision)
14 Pass The 40
15 Blunted 10
16 The Choice Is Yours (Revisited)
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