[bad word] 
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
to the [bad word] sense'll be the sure shock

Verse One: 

I met this girl, when I was 10 years old 
And what I loved most, she had so much soul 
She was old school, when I was just a shorty 
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me 
on the regular, not a church girl, she was secular 
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her 
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart 
few New York niggaz, had did her in the park 
But she was there for me, and I was there for her 
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her 
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her 
Sittin on bone, wishin that I could do her 
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be 
cuz' we related, physically and mentally 
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when [bad word] around 
Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground 
Original, pure untampered and down sister 
Boy I tell ya, I miss her 
 [bad word] 
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1, 2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't [bad word] sense ya'll and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
you act yo, we gotta be the sure shock

Verse Two: 

Now periodically I would see 
ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties 
She didn't have a body but she started gettin' thick quick 
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric 
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions 
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence 
About my people she was teachin me 
But not preachin to me but speakin to me 
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached 
She dug my rap, that's how we got close 
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool 
Cause around the same time, I went away to school 
And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way? 
She probably get her money in L.A. 
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul 
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style 
She said, "Afrocentricity, was of the past." 
So she got into R&hip-house bass and jazz 
Now black music is black music and it's all good 
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood 
Cause that was good for her, she was [bad word] well rounded 
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle [bad word] 
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone 
And you could tell, by how her [bad word] hung 
 [bad word] 
yes yes y'all and you don't stop
to the beat yall and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
to the [bad word] gotta be the sure shock

Verse Three: 

I might've failed to mention that the chick was creative 
But once the man got to her, he altered the native 
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick 
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy 
Now I see her [bad word]  she's universal 
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle 
Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip 
And on some dumb [bad word]  when [bad word] to the city 
Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches 
Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta [bad word] 
Always smokin blunts and gettin [bad word] 
Tellin me sad stories, now she only [bad word] with the funk 
Stressin how hardcore and real she is 
She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz 
I did her, not just to say that I did it 
But [bad word]  but so many niggaz hit it 
That she&