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Yes, yes, y'all and you don't
To the beat and you don't stop
Yes yes, y'all and you stop
1, 2, and you don't stop
Yes yes ya'll and you don't
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 just a
Never knew throughout my life she would be for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was
Not about the money, studs 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 that I do her
if it was meant 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 fresh yo, when she was
Original, pure, untampered, a down
Boy I tell ya, I her

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't
To the beat and you don't stop
Yes yes, and you don't stop
1, 2, ya'll and you don't
Yes yes and you don't stop
And to the Com sense'll be the sure shot
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Now I would see
Old girl at the clubs, and at the parties
She have a body but she started getting thick quick
Did a couple of and became Afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads
She was on tip about stopping the violence
About my people she was 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 away to school
And I'm a man of expanding, so why should I in her way
She get her money in L.A
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was
She said that the pro-black, was out of style
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and
Now black music is black music and it's all
I wasn't salty, she was the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becoming rounded
I it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just having fun, not worried about
And you could by how her titties hung

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

I might've failed to that this chick was creative
the man got to her, he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a
she could 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, looking rock and dressing
And on some shit, when she comes to the city
Talking about popping Glocks serving rocks and switches
Now she's a gangsta rolling with bitches
Always smoking blunts and getting
Telling me sad stories, now she fucks 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 many hit it
That she's just not the same all these groupies do her
I see niggas slamming her, and her to the sewer
But I'mma take her hoping that the shit stop
who I'm talking bout y'all is hip-hop