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 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  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 shit  Just havin fun, not worried about anyone  And you could tell, by how her titties hung  Verse Three:  I might've failed to mention that the shit 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 shit, when she comes to the city  Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches  Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches  Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk  Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks 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 niggaz hit it  That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her  I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer  But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop  Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop