The things that you promote

Fighting, violence like you

Dont want to grow old

You talking so much sex, but

You na tell the youths about AIDS

And you na tell them

Of consequence no

You talking like you a G

But you killer killing your own

Youre just a racist mans fossey

Tell me who wants to know

What, when, who, where

Or how to loose control



Bridge:

Certainly not me, certainly not

Me cos baby, personally

I like to be changed mentally

Ive heard it all before, gangstas

Pimps and ******, quality is

Born a girl like me is born



Chorus:

It takes more (it takes more)

To amuse a girl like me

So much more (much more)

To confuse a girl like me

Theyve got you (got you)

Cos while your braggin

About your badness

Youre just avoiding

Adding to the real ****

Thats happening to us



Now who gives a damn about

The ice on your hand

If its not to complex, tell me

How many Africans died?

For the bagettes on your rolex

So what you pushing a nice car

Dont you know theres

No such thing as superstars

We leave this world alone

So who gives a ****

About the things you own



BRIDGE



CHORUS



Now I can sit and chat

And spit about how I sex

But my business is my business

I got self respect

I could talk bout my press

Could pimp mans dough

Get the keys to his ride

And his home

But I looked it up and that would

Make me a ho, little sisters

Now I really got to let you know

Real woman aint sexing for no

Mans dough, real women work

Hard to make their dough

We can all chat bout gats and

Blacks on blacks and force the

Hypes and all the stereotypes

We use to watching that aint

What Im here for

Show them to think higher

And aspire to be more



CHORUS *2