First... And Then Lyrics - Singles - Handsome Boy Modeling School

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 quiet 

Open 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 pride 

Something 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 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, 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, yo 

First, 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 well 

But 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 clientele 

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, stacking not regret it 

Said it with hot head, my thing, got to get it 

I 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 stingy 

I 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 molecules 

There 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 limitless 

First, 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 well 

But 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 clientele 

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 ropes 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 the ones swinging on my key ring 

Ain'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 dough 

So 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 free 

First, 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 well 

But 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 clientele 

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 

What front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip