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Yes, yes, and you don't stop
To the beat and you don't stop
Yes yes, and you don't 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 met this girl, when I was ten old
And what I loved she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a
Never knew throughout my life she be there for me
On the regular, not a church she was secular
Not the money, those 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 for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and to her
Sitting on a bone, wishing I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, it would be
Cause we related, physically and
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when come around
Slim was fresh yo, she was underground
Original, pure, untampered, a down
Boy I tell ya, I her

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

Now periodically I see
Old girl at the clubs, and at the house
She didn't have a body but she started getting quick
Did a couple of videos and became
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids medallions
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 method 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 around the 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 that the pro-black, was out of style
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got into R&B hip-house and jazz
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 well
I thought it was 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 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 sure
on

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