| Lyrics | Song | Artist |
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| Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice | |
| Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God | |
| Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep? | |
| I came in the door, I said it before | |
| We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids | |
| It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under | |
| With so much drama in the LBC | |
| Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag | |
| All right, stop what you're doing 'cause I'm about the ruin the image of the style that you're used to | |
| I throw my tape on, and I watch ya, three seconds later, I got ya shakin' your head | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Artist |
|---|
| Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date | |
| Well excuse me, take a few minutes to mellow out | |
| She walked into the court, her knees buckle | |
| The ladies will kick it, the rhyme that is wicked | |
| I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles | |
| Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden | |
| We used to be number ten, now we're permanent one | |
| When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall | |
| My sister, my sister, tell me what the trouble is | |
| You know parents are the same no matter time or place | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s) 
Musician by Picture 
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
