Try Counting Sheep - Black Sheep

One sheep

Two sheep

Three sheep

Black Sheep

No further ado

I give introduction

Of Dres and Mista Lawnge

A newfound baby sound production

I’m not out to you

To strip or evict you

But merely do the things you wanted to but weren’t able

Like move a party side to side

Sway for sway

And stride for stride

First fine tune

Then hit volume

Aw sheep, hit the bass and got the boom

So move to a rhythm that’s quite uplifting

Just when you thought that nothing would rise, I’m drifting

Higher (higher)

Yeah, higher

I’m not a king, a prince, a ruler or a squire

I’m not a prophet and I’m not a messiah

I’m not a wolf or another flat tire…

Listen

I’m the Black Sheep man, oh yeah, I’m here

And even if you turn, I bet your girlfriend stares at me

And with me

You step, she just might come get me

Not slow but with a bounding leap

She’ll be pulling my wool… (and what else?)

Count Black Sheep

One sheep

Two sheep

Three sheep

Black Sheep

It’s a Black Sheep «La Cosa Nostra», or «Thing Of Ours»

A family affair that overflows the reservoir

Of dollar short and daily sports who don’t know what to do

Because I’m rocking you, rocking you, rocking you

Now listen because in a unit or family

A poppa, a momma

And brothers or sisters, see

An atmosphere of love in the air

Can give a clue or hunch

To the way we all became black Brady Bunch (okay)

To continue

There’s a sister who is bright

A brother who’s a wiz

Another that’s not right

Stays out all damn night

You wake him up too early, cursing ready to fight

You say left and he says right-o

You want to see E.T.

but brother there puts on porno

Love the family pet, I bet you even feed him Rave

Brother cooks your tabby in the microwave (meow)

He’d probably swipe your wallet if the light got dim

Now you have your doubts

But you never put it past him

And in the end, on that one you never sleep (never sleep)

Cause he’s a Black Sheep

One sheep

Two sheep

Three sheep

Black Sheep

What’s up party people

Party people, how ya doing

Black Sheep coming through

And then I guess that we’re pursuing

A bit of your time

We’ll skip over my sign

And get into a beat and a bass line

Stepping to the fellas

Fellas, peace and how you be

Keep the party orderly

We all can get booty

So before you rift, go play the bar again

Chill, count to ten

And bring me back a Heineken

Cuties, cuties, cuties, where’s the hoes?

I knows and you knows and I know you know

No jam complete without a flock of bo peeps

Am I right?

Am I, am I, am I right?

Quite

Focus that I see tonight be

The epitome of sexy

Then again, it’s just me

Honey next to you might look like doodoo

But don’t nap, a cutie might be in her crew

In any event

I see the movement

And wonder where it is that the time went

But I’m out

See ya when the sun goes down

And the Black Sheep are in your town

Throwing down

Be there in a second so don’t sleep

And if you do

Count the Sheep

One sheep

Two sheep

Three sheep

Black Sheep