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 this chick was creative 

But once the man got you well 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 

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