First... And Then

Shh, I'm sayin', I wasn't even gonna do this shit
But I owe this motherfucker a favor
That's why I'm go do shit
But ya'll motherfuckers better stay quietOpen 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 prideSomething to see, scratch that, something ya be
Paying my dues, God knows, nothing for free
Taking it back, paper, making a stack
Counter-attack, dance floors, making them crackRunning 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 sameSetting 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
Geek in ox tails with cocktails, holding my cock, yoFirst, exhale with the excel
And then call your crew on your net cell
And then open up a beer and roll a L
And then party all night rest wellBut 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 loves the clienteleI'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 itI move, like a phantom, amidst the meddlesome
Destined to hit the top, Dres the kettledrum
Kennel one pedigree, the flow stank dingee
Share my point of view in a world way stingyI be the principal, it be invisible
There be no optical above the pinnacle
More like I got a fuse, for when you got to choose
Who in a lot of crews, a million moleculesThere won't be no debate, my skills are overweight
If you can't hold, you hate, I over compensate
It's Dres, D R E S, the one that does it best
My styles illustrious, my moves are limitlessFirst, exhale with the excel
And then call your crew on your net cell
And then open up a beer and roll a L
And then party all night rest wellBut 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 loves the clienteleNow 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 freeAnd 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 ones swinging on my key ringAin'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 doughSo 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 monk freeFirst, exhale with the excel
And then call your crew on your net cell
And then open up a beer and roll an L
And then party all night rest wellBut 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 loves the clienteleWhat front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip