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

I met girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so soul
She was old school, when I was a shorty
Never knew throughout my she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church she was secular
Not the money, those studs was mic checking her
But I her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggas, had did her in the
But she was for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, on the air for her
And just cool out, out and listen to her
on a bone, wishing that I could do her
Eventually if it was to be, then it would be
Cause we related, and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be when she'd come around
Slim was yo, when she was underground
Original, pure, untampered, a sister
Boy I ya, I miss her

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 sense'll be the sure
on

Now periodically I see
Old girl at the clubs, and at the house
She didn't have a body but she started thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads
She was on tip about 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, how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was
Cause around the same time, I went away to
And I'm a man of expanding, so why I stand in her way
She probably get her in L.A
And she did stud, she got big pub but was foul
She said that the pro-black, was going out of
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and
Now music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becoming rounded
I thought it was how she was on that freestyle shit
Just fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties

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

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