Who`s Next? lyrics

Artist  : Black Sheep 
Song : Who`s Next?



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 f/ Sweet T



[Chorus x4]

I had her, you had her, we had her

He had her, she had her, they had her

(KRS-ONE: 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'



[Mr Lawnge]

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 AM



[Chorus x4]



[Dres]

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



[Chorus x4]



[Sweet T]

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