First.. and Then

Lyrics

[Dres whispering] Shhh.. I'm sayin' I wasn't even gonna do this shit.. But I owe this motherfucker a favor So I'm a do this shit Y'all motherfuckers better stay quiet [Verse 1] Open the door, gotcha!, hoping for more Told you before, velvet, smooth as velour Step in the light, Black Sheep, reppin' it right Never we hide, too much ebony pride Something to see, scratch that, something to be Paying my dues, God knows, nothing for free Taking it back, paper, making a stack Counter-attack, dance floors, making them crack Running 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 same Setting the tone, Black Sheep, let it be known Cooler than ice, hemming it up, keeping it sewn Making it knock, all the way from the writer's block Eatin' ox tails with cocktails, holding my cock! Yo! [Hook] First: excel with the exhale And then: call your crew on your Nextel And then: open up a beer and roll an L And then: party all night and rest well But first: exhale with the excel And then: everything you do, you do it well And then: even if it hurt, you never tell And then: everybody love the clientele [Verse 2] I'm the type to not follow, lead and drop throttle Recline and pop bottles with designer top models The type to not sweat it, stack a knot and dead it Said it when hot-headed, my thing, got to get it I move like a phantom amidst the meddlesome Destined to hit the top, Dres, the kettle drum Kennel one pedigree, the flow stay dingy Share my point of view in a world way stingy I be the principal, it be invincible There be no obstacle, above the pinnacle Blow like I got a fuse, for when you got to choose Who in a lot of crews, a million molecules There won't be no debate, my skills are overweight If you can't hold your hate, I'll overcompensate It's Dres, D - R - E - S, the one that does it best My style's illustrious, my moves are limitless [Hook] [Verse 3] Now 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 rope, where Heinekens flow free And 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 ones swinging on my keyring Ain't gotta toss threats, throw 'bows or dress funny Just gotta be Dres: stay black and get money Ain't gotta smoke weed, pop X, or sniff blow Just gotta be Dres, stay black and get dough So cool, they called me "old school" in the eighties With ladies in a Mercedes at the foot of the Euphrates On some Handsome Boy shit, telling her to trust me Till she's speaking in tongues, screaming out "Muck fe!" [Hook]