[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 ^!$$%z, 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 %#@!

Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her !@%$ hung
[Verse Three:]

I might've failed to mention that the %#@! was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native
Told her if she got an energetic 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 %#@!, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches

Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta (*##$es
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only $#&@s 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 ^!$$%z hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see ^!$$%z slammin her, and takin her to the sewer

But I'ma take her back hopin that the %#@! stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop