[Chorus]
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yes yes y'all and you don't stop
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to the beat yall and ya don't stop
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yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
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1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
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yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
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to the beat comm-sense'll be the sure shock
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Verse One:
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I met this girl, when I was 10 years old
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And what I loved most, she had so much soul
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She was old school, when I was just a shorty
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Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
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on the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
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Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
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But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
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A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
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But she was there for me, and I was there for her
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Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
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and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
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Sittin on bone, wishin that I could do her
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Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
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cuz' we related, physically and mentally
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And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
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Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground
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Original, pure untampered and down sister
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Boy I tell ya, I miss her
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[Chorus]
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yes yes y'all and you don't stop
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to the beat yall and ya don't stop
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yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
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1, 2 y'all, and ya don't stop
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yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
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comm-sense ya'll and ya don't stop
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yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
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you act yo, we gotta be the sure shock
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Verse Two:
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Now periodically I would see
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ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
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She didn't have a body but she started gettin' thick quick
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Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
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Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
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She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
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About my people she was teachin me
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But not preachin to me but speakin to me
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in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
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She dug my rap, that's how we got close
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But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
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Cause around the same time, I went away to school
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And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way?
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She probably get her money in L.A.
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And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
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She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
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She said, "Afrocentricity, was of the past."
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So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
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Now black music is black music and it's all good
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I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
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Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
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I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
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Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
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And you could tell, by how her titties hung
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[Chorus]
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yes yes y'all and you don't stop
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to the beat yall and ya don't stop
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yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
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1,2 y'all, and ya don't stop
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yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
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to the beat comm gotta be the sure shock
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Verse Three:
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I might've failed to mention that the chick was creative
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But once the man got to her, he altered the native
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Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
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That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
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Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
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She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
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Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
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And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
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Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches
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Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
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Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
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Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
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Stressin how hardcore and real she is
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She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz
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I did her, not just to say that I did it
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But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it
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That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
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I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
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But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
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Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop
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I Used To Love H.E.R.
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