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Verse One:

I met this girl, when I was ten 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
ont he 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
A 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 a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I d be geeked when she d come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

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
By 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&B 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 becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

Verse Three:

I might ve failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you well he altered her 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 in commercials, she s universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she s a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I m committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she s just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I m talkin bout y all is hip-hop

Ridin On Two Wheels Chains Hooked On My Heels
Sittin In Leather Ridin On Steel

Put My Shades On Hair Blows In The Wind
I Give Some Square The Finger
Now He Won’t Look Again
No He Won’t

Ah You Were Sittin...

From the wasteland
cold steel under my wasteband
hazardous times
enemy lines drawn in the middle the streets
the concrete s stained with blood
i still got to eat

when i hit the street i made the man understand
i fought with...

Są wesołe konstytucje
Które mają jeden cel
Chcą oddalać rewolucje
Ale my to mamy gdzieś (właśnie tak!)

Dokładnie tam /
Dokładnie tam (aha!)/2x

2. Są przewrotne rezolucje
Które mają zgubną treść
Nigdy nikt ich nie przeczyta
Ale my to...

Hey Blackberry, How you taste so sweet
Hey Blackberry, tell me what you see
tell me is it interesting
Hey Blackberry pay some attention to me
Hey Blackberry look at my bumblebee
Hey Blackberry you know he never stings
And he only hums for me

chorus

I need some L-O-V-E-N to make me happy
You got to be L-U-C-K-Y...

Oh!
Can you be good to me
(Be good, be good, be good, be good)
Can you be good to me

Everyday is getting worse
Do the same things and it hurts
I don t know if I should cry
All I know is that I m trying
I wanna believe in you
I wanna believe in you
But you...