come on
I met this girl when I was ten years old
An d 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,
them studs was mic-checkin' her
her
But I respected her,
she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggas 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
'Cause 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, a down sister
Boy, I tell you, I miss her
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
be came 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 approach
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 LA
And she did stud, she got big pub,
but what was foul
She said that the pro-black was
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 I was due for her,
she was becomin' well-rounded
I 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
A-yes, yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
A-one, two, two, y'all,
and you don't stop
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
And to the beat Com gotta
be the sure shot
A-yes, yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
If you don't check it, mm-mm, bust bust it, bust it I
might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
Once The Man got to her,
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
circle
Now she be in the burbs,
lookin' rock and dressin' hippie
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 I did it
But I'm committed (girl, he's
committed)
But so many niggas hit it
That she's just not the same
lettin' all these goofies do her
I see niggas slammin' her
and takin' her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back,
hopin' that the shit stop
'Cause who I'm talkin' about,
y'all, is hip-hop
To To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
Mainframe, yo, they gotta be the sure shot
A-yes, yes, yes, y'all,
and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
A-one, two, two,
Com Sense is gonna drop, haha
Common 
