Tonalità: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Bm
A-yes, yes
Em
Bm
yes y'all,
Em
and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Bm
Em
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
A-one, two, two, y'all,
and you don't stop
Bm
Em
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
Bm
And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot,
Verse 2
come on
Em
I met this girl when I was ten years old
A
C
An d what I loved most,
she had so much soul
Em
She was old school when I
was just a shorty
A
C
Never knew throughout my life
she would be there for me
Em
On the regular, not a church girl,
she was secular
A
C
Not about the money,
them studs was mic-checkin' her
her
Em
But I respected her,
she hit me in the heart
A
C
A few New York niggas had did
her in the park
Em
But she was there for me,
and I was there for her
A
C
Pull out a chair for her,
turn on the air for her
Em
And just cool out, cool out,
and listen to her
A
C
Sittin' on bone,
wishin' that I could do her
Em
Eventually if it was meant to be,
then it would be
A
C
'Cause we related,
physically and mentally
Em
And she was fun then,
I'd be geeked when she'd come around
A
C
Slim was fresh, yo,
when she was underground
Em
Original, pure, untampered, a down sister
A
C
Boy, I tell you, I miss her
Verse 3
Em
A-yes, yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Bm
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
Em
and you don't stop
A-one, two, two, y'all,
and you don't stop
Bm
Em
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
A-Com Sense Sense y'all,
and you don't stop
Bm
Em
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot
Verse 4
Em
Now periodically I would see
A
Ol' girl at the clubs,
C
and at the house parties
Em
She didn't have a body,
but she started gettin' thick quick
A
Did a couple of videos and
C
be came Afrocentric
Em
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids,
beads, medallions
A
C
She was on that tip about
stoppin' the violence
Em
About my people she was teachin' me
A
By not preachin' to me
C
but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely,
Em
so easily I approach
A
She dug my rap,
C
that's how we got close
Em
But then she broke to the West Coast,
and that was cool
A
C
'Cause around the same time,
I went away to school
Em
And I'm a man of expandin',
A
so why should I stand in her way?
C
She probably get her money in LA
Em
And she did stud, she got big pub,
but what was foul
A
C
She said that the pro-black was
was goin' out of style
Em
She said, "Afrocentricity was of the past"
A
C
So she got into R&B, hip-house,
bass, and jazz
Em
Now black music is black music
and it's all good
A
C
I wasn't salty she was with
the boys in the hood
Em
'Cause I was due for her,
she was becomin' well-rounded
A
C
I I thought it was dope how she was on
that freestyle shit
Em
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
A
And you could tell by how her
C
titties hung
Verse 5
C
Bm
Em
A-yes, yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
Bm
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
Em
and you don't stop
A-one, two, two, y'all,
C
and you don't stop
Bm
Em
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
And to the beat Com gotta
be the sure shot
C
Em
A-yes, yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
Bm
If you don't check it, mm-mm, bust bust it, bust it I
Em
might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
A
C
Once The Man got to her,
Em
he altered her native
Told her if she got an image
and a gimmick
A
That she could make money,
C
and she did it like a dummy
Em
Now I see her in commercials,
she's universal
A
C
She used to only swing it with
the inner-city circle
circle
Em
Now she be in the burbs,
lookin' rock and dressin' hippie
A
C
And on some dumb shit when
she comes to the city
Em
Talkin' about poppin' Glocks,
servin' rocks and hittin' switches
A
C
Now she's a gangsta rollin'
with gangsta bitches
Em
Always smokin' blunts
and gettin' drunk
A
Tellin' me sad stories,
C
now she only fucks with the funk
Em
Stressin' how hardcore and real she is
A
C
She was really the realest,
before she got into showbiz
Em
I did her, not just to say I did it
A
But I'm committed (girl, he's
C
committed)
But so many niggas hit it
Em
That she's just not the same
lettin' all these goofies do her
A
C
I see niggas slammin' her
and takin' her to the sewer
Em
But I'ma take her back,
hopin' that the shit stop
A
C
'Cause who I'm talkin' about,
Bm
y'all, is hip-hop
Verse 6
Em
To To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Bm
Em
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
Mainframe, yo, they gotta be the sure shot
Bm
Em
A-yes, yes, yes, y'all,
and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Bm
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
Em
A-one, two, two,
Bm
Em
Com Sense is gonna drop, haha
Verse 7
A
Mmm, mmm
C
Uh, uh
I used to love H.E.R.
Em
Uh-uh, uh, uh
uh
I used to love H.E.R.
A
C
Uh-uh, uh, uh
uh
I used to love H.E.R.
Em
Uh-uh, uh, uh
uh
I used to love H.E.R.
A
Uh-uh, uh, uh
C
uh
Em
I used to love H.E.R.
Uh-uh, uh, uh
uh
I used to love H.E.R.
A
C
Went and fucked up all the shit, y'all
Verse 8
Em
"You ain't got your woman in check,
man?"
A
C
"I think you're overstepping
Em
your bounds just a little bit"
A
C
"I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore"
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