[Chorus] 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 beat comm-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 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 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 she'd come around Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her
[Chorus] 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 comm-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&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
[Chorus] 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 beat comm 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 in commercials, 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 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 show-biz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it That she&