Boy, I tell ya, I miss her
Talking about popping glocks, serving rocks and hitting switches
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
Slim was fresh, yo, when she was underground
She probably get her money in L.A.
That she's just not the same, letting all these groupies do her
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
So she got into R an' B, hip house, bass and jazz
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
Just having fun, not worried about anyone
1, 2, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
A few New York niggaz had did her in the park
But I'ma take her back hoping that the shit stop
'Cause that was good for her, she was becoming well rounded
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
But once the man got you, well, he altered her native
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop
Did a couple of videos and became Afrocentric
Ol' girl at the clubs and at the house parties
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
Not about the money, no studs was mic checking her
She didn't have a body but she started getting thick quick
By not preaching to me but speaking to me
I see niggaz slamming her and taking her to the sewer
But she was there for me and I was there for her
Now periodically, I would see
But I'm committed but so many niggaz hit it
I did her, not just to say that I did it
And you could tell by how her titties hung
She said that the 'Pro-black' was going out of style
In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Now she be in the 'burbs licking rock and dressing hip
Always smoking blunts and getting drunk
1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop
And I'm a man of expanding, so why should I stand in her way
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
Now black music is black music and it's all good
But then she broke to the West coast and that was cool
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Now she's a gangsta rolling with gangsta bitches
'Cause around the same time, I went away to school
1, 2, y'all and you don't stop
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
She said, Afrocentricity was of the past
Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
1, 2, y'all and you don't stop
'Cause who I'm talking 'bout y'all is hip hop
Stressing how hardcore and real she is
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
She was on that tip about stopping the violence
Original, pure untampered and down sister
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids, beads, medallions
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
About my people, she was teaching me
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
That she could make money and she did it like a dummy
Songwriters: Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson
And what I loved most, she had so much soul
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
Publishers: NO I.D. MUSIC PUBLISHING, SENSELESS MUSIC, SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
Because we related, physically and mentally
Sitting on a bone, wishing that I could do her