(feat. Brand Nubian)



Yeah, where the ladies at, where the ladies at?

Check it out, this is for all the ladies out there

With the Lump Lump, holding it down

Running scams, turning tricks, playing players

I'm telling you, you need to snap out of it, know what I'm saying?



[Grand Puba]

What the deal big mama, body like drama

Other than her mind her penny's short of a dime

Sherita doing Rita, slick moving senorita

Give her two margaritas, she's the big willie beater

Head to two fashion, love gear with a passion

Never going out looking slum, I say word she is, son

Nice lump lump, big chest caught me staring

Stretch the D and the Y of a shirt of Donna Karen

She's a schemer, cherry red 502a Beemer

Been out bar hopping an it ain't no stopping

I'm checking out the way that this chicken motivates

Spread legs, waist, and eggs up and down the tri-state

*Woah here she comes*, dig get done

I'm a hit her with a clue and tell her see Frank Perdue

Cause I keep my erection out the ??? section

Cause the wrong interjection might lead to infection

It be trees and cheese then bend the knees

Long a nigga keep paper then it's yours with ease

I know the whole of the half cause I deal with math

Quick to run that ass just to ride us class



"I've been doing my own thing" [x2]



[Lord Jamar]

Yeah I've seen you at the African street fest

Dressed in three fourth to your ankles

Tight wrapped skirt, what can that hurt?

You was buying books giving flirtatious looks

At the brothers that was eyeing your equipment

Light skinned pigment, pierced the belly button

And you couldn't tell her nothing

Said she loved a man with dreads

And wasn't impressed with the name brand threads

Are you seeing through our gameplan?

Sex every night, but never with the same man

A freak for the knowledge, your first week in college

You was sneaking brothers in the dorm

And lost your mind when you got your pad off campus

All the time keeping up the facade, you like to fuck with the gods

Now you stuck between a rock and a hard place

Faced with the facts that your acts are a detriment, to what you represent

Can't be a chicken and act like the science you kicking

Mad niggas be sticking, licking fingers after ever meal

Now she want singers with a deal

I'm only bringing you the real, no matter what I say

You gonna do what you feel



"I've been doing my own thing" [x2]



[Sadat X]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I had seen this chick at the bar, ??? he was thirst

The physical was there but mentally she was the worst

Walked around with her ass out and her glass out

Of her hand, she sees nothing, my man

Ask her world topics, has she been to the tropics

With this cat she hardly know, Scott LaRock "Super Hoe"

Most likely to have a baby from a cat alone lover

Is that your wifey man? No that's my baby mother

You arrive at the pop of a cork, like a hawk

Stay around, chitter chatter, and make small talk

Get figety and then you walk

And you wonder why I drag your name through New York

With the velcro cup that's stuck to your fingers

Searching out the drug dealers and the fly looking singers

Getting passed like a blunt, but in the club you front

You insist that you ain't been twist by ?hevenies?

Niggas are you crazy, I got the figures and the numbers

Don't lie, save your bullshit, don't try to be fly

Live as you live and have a good life

But a chick like that can't make a good wife

These words I say might cut like a knife

But I'm only trying to save you stress and strife



"I've been doing my own thing" [x4]