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Sally got a one track mind

It doesn't matter if it's yours or mine

'Cause if ya gettin doe and ya wanna get wit her

Yeah, YOU CAN HIT HER!!!



[Diamond]

I knew a girl named Sally who's tastes were exquisite

Sacks Fifth Avenue, bad made or is it?

When she was a child, her parents had money

She was spoiled rotten, and how things has gotten

Worse, she's a professional (uhh!)

She'll start to switch if her palms begin to itch

I watched her grow into a neighborhood ho

Ran around town wit every Tom, Dick, and Joe

Quite amusing, but little did she know

That word got around that Sally was down

Sweet sixteen but she looked 21

If the price was right, she'll be twice as nice

Dissed her friends for a man in a benz

Then he cuts you off when he hits the skins

Now you got another one, he drives a beamer

Wake up girl, don't be a day dreamer



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[Diamond]

Sally's 19, and nothin has changed

She's on the prowl

Her lifestyle's foul

See her at the clubs, sippin on a drink

Playin herself in her girlfriend's mink

Talkin about ("Look at him, he's cute")

Thinkin to ya'self does he have any loot

The guy walks up and he says hello

The lights are dim and the mood is mellow

They talked for a few, she grabs her coat

Told her girlfriends "don't rock the boat"

Her girlfriend said "don't go, ya just met'em"

Knowing all along that Sally's gonna let'im

Knock the boots from the bed to the floor

But Sally doesn't think that she's livin like a whore

Ya little hooker, queen of the stunts

You better wake up and smell a blunt



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[Diamond]

21 years old and you have a son

On ya own you don't know which one to blame

There's no shame in ya game

People know ya name from ya neighborhood fame

Bronx, Manhattan, Brooklyn, Staten

Black, Jamaican, Italian, Latin

There is no end to ya list of men

And everybody know's how ya love ta bend

Now ya gettin older and ya care about ya rep

Ya still a hottie but'cha try ta watch ya step

Neva been in love, always been an object

Pretty young thing growin up in the projects

I remember when you used to play in the grass

Didn't have breasts, didn't have a *****

Became a slave to material things

And now ya snack on four chicken wings



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