Not about the money, no studs was mic checking 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
Sitting on a bone, wishing 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

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, y'all and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop

Now periodically, I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started getting 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 stopping the violence
About my people, she was teaching me
By not preaching to me but speaking 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 expanding, 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 going out of style

She said, Afrocentricity was of the past
So she got into R an' 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 becoming well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just having fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties hung

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, y'all and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop

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 licking rock and dressing hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city

Talking about popping glocks, serving rocks and hitting switches
Now she's a gangsta rolling with gangsta bitches
Always smoking blunts and getting drunk
Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk

Stressing 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, letting all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slamming her and taking her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hoping that the shit stop
'Cause who I'm talking 'bout y'all is hip hop