{Big Daddy Kane:}
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Hey, you know, [Name]
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I'm findin it very hard to understand
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The lifestyle of young ladies today
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{Male voice:}
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Yo, they're hard to figure out, gee
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They need a sincere leader
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{Big Daddy Kane:}
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You know, I've heard it said
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You gotta use what you got to get what you want
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But I think they're usin a little bit too much when they flaunt
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You know
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[Name], you know, ehm
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I don't understand the way these girls is rolling today, man
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How about you, man?
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{Male voice:}
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Yo, let me tell you somethin, gee
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If they ain't lying they tryin to do some other - wildness
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{Big Daddy Kane:}
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I know, I know
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It's like girls promisin you Thomas's
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And can't even cook toast, right?
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What I'm tryin to tell you, man, is...
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They just ain't no damn good
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No damn good
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Check it out
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[Verse 1]
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Now there's this girl named Monique
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The type of female that you consider a freak
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A big-time player playin like a drum beat
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You think her address is 21 Hump Street
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She step out every night to swing
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With her Lee press-on's and a nefertiti ring
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Bamboo earrings all big and lookin silly
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With extensions hangin down like Milli Vanilli
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And every Wednesday night at the Apollo
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First kid she saw with jewerly she'd follow
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And Monique would be ready to sleep
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With the first kid in a Benz or a Cherokee Jeep
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Strung out and givin up the nappy dug out
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You're on the critical list, about to pull the plug out
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So here, nympho, here's some good info
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Stop takin em putts and close your legs, toots
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Cause I remember you was one of a kind and a fine - hm
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I once was infatuated by the things that you do
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But now you're doodoo
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It's all about respectin yourself
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In order to gain respect from anyone else
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Treat yourself like a real woman should
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Cause bitch, you ain't no damn good
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That's right, there's a lotta young ladies out here
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That just ain't no damn good
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{Female voice:}
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But hold up minute
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There's a lotta guys out there that ain't no damn good either
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{Big Daddy Kane:}
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Oh yeah?
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{Female voice:}
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Yeah, cause I had to tell one the other night
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That his thing had too many 'nots' in it
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{Big Daddy Kane:}
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What you mean by too many 'nots'?
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{Female voice:}
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Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough
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{Big Daddy Kane:}
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Yeah, aight
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But check this here out
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[Verse 2]
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Well now, here's another story
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About this kid by the name of Corey
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A hustler with game tryin to make a name
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That was his aim, but his lifestyle was lame
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Cause he would front like it wasn't even funny
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About his girl, his car, and his money
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Pullin out a knot every place
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But every single bill had Washington's face
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And he went beyond exaggeration
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To lie about his means of transportation
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Because he said he had a Benz car
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Come to find out, it was his friend's car
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Talk about simple chronic halitosis
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Damn, his breath was ferocious
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He had an odor that just won't quit
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Smelled like he washed in Oil Of Oh shit
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Tellin girls he's daddy long-strokin
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(Shit, you must be jokin)
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Cause he ain't got no bitches
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And couldn't hurt a virgin if her pussy had stitches
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See, Corey, there's a lot you're missin
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Seems to me, you ain't got a pot to piss in
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So let's get one thing understood
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Muthafucka, you ain't no damn good
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{Prince Paul:}
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The moral of the story is
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The majority of the population of males and females today
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Are just no damn good
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No Damn Good
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| Big Daddy Kane |
