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Yes, yes, y'all and you stop
To the beat ya'll and you stop
Yes yes, y'all and you stop
1, 2, ya'll and you stop
Yes yes and you don't stop
And to the beat Com be the sure shot
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I met this girl, I was ten years old
And I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a
Never knew throughout my she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church she was secular
Not about the money, those was mic checking her
But I respected her, she hit me in the
A few New York niggas, had did her in the
But she was there for me, and I was for her
Pull out a chair for her, on the air for her
And just out, cool out and listen to her
Sitting on a bone, wishing I could do her
Eventually if it was to be, then it would be
Cause we related, physically and
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when come around
Slim was yo, when she was underground
Original, pure, untampered, a sister
Boy I tell ya, I her

Yes, yes, y'all and you stop
To the beat ya'll and you stop
Yes yes, and you don't stop
1, 2, ya'll and you don't
Yes yes ya'll and you stop
And to the beat Com sense'll be the shot
on

Now I would see
Old girl at the clubs, and at the parties
She didn't have a body but she started getting thick
Did a couple of and became Afrocentric
Out the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip stopping the violence
About my she was teaching me
By not preaching to me, but speaking to me in a that was leisurely
So I approach
She dug my rap, that's how we got
But then she to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause the same time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expanding, so why should I in her way
She probably get her in L.A
And she did stud, she got big pub but was foul
She said the pro-black, was going out of style
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becoming well
I it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just having fun, not worried about
And you could tell by how her hung

Yes, yes, y'all and you stop
To the beat ya'll and you stop
Yes yes, y'all and you stop
1, 2, ya'll and you stop
Yes yes ya'll and you stop
And to the Com sense'll be the sure shot
on

I might've failed to that this chick was creative
Once the man got to her, he her native
Told her if she got an and a gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's
She used to swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs, rock and dressing hippie
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the
Talking about popping Glocks rocks and hitting switches
Now she's a gangsta rolling with bitches
Always smoking blunts and drunk
Telling me sad stories, now she only with the funk
how hardcore and "real" she is
She was the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say I did it
But I'm committed, but so niggas hit it
she's just not the same letting all these groupies do her
I see niggas her, and taking her to the sewer
But I'mma her back hoping that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talking bout is hip-hop