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 the shit was
creative

But once the man got you well he altered the
native

Told her if she got an energetic 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