Verse 1:
I met this girl when I was ten years old
An' what I loved most, she had so much soul
She was ol' school when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
On a 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 niggas had did her in the park
But she was there for me an' I was there for her
Pull out her chair for her, turn off the air for her
An jus' cool out
Cool out an' listen to her
Sittin' on bone, wishin' that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Because we related physically and mentally
An' 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 ya, I miss her
Chorus:
Ah, yes, yes y'all
An' ya don't stop
To the beat y'all
An' ya don't stop
Ah, yes, yes y'all
An' ya don't stop
Ah, one-two y'all
An' ya don't stop
Ah, yes, yes y'all
An' ya don't stop
Ah, Comm Sense y'all
An' ya don't stop
Ah, yes, yes y'all
An' ya don't stop
You act, yo we gotta be the sure shock
Verse 2:
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 wit it
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
An' that was cool, 'cause around that same time I went away to school
An' I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way
She probably'll 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 going outta 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, an' it's all good
I wasn't salty she was wit them boys in the 'hood
'Cause that was good for her
She was becoming well-rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Jus' havin' fun, not worried about anyone
An' you could tell by how her titties hung
Chorus:
Ah, yes, yes y'all
An' ya don't stop
To the beat y'all
An' ya don't stop
Ah, yes, yes y'all
An' ya don't stop
One-two y'all
An' ya don't stop
Ah, yes, yes y'all
An' ya don't stop
Ah, to the beat Comm gotta be the sure shock
Ah, yes, yes y'all
An' ya don't stop
If ya don't check it, hmm-hmm-hmm
Bust it, uh
Verse 3:
I mighta failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the Man got to her, he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
Then she could make money
An' 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 at the 'burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip
An' on some dumb shit when she comes to the city
Talkin' about poppin' glocks, servin' rocks, an' hittin' switches
Now she's a gangsta rollin' wit gangsta bitches
Always smokin' blunts and gettin' drunk
Tellin' me sad stories
Now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin' how hard core and real she is
She was really the realest before she got into showbiz
I did her, not jus' to say that I did it
But I'm committed
But so many niggas hit it that she's jus' not the same
Lettin' all these goofies do her
I see niggas slammin' her an' takin' her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back, hopin' that this shit stop
'Cause who I'm talkin' 'bout y'all is Hip Hop