Aiyyo Kris, yo, yo, yo   That was fresh, come with that next shit      Uh, fat, fat, fat, fat beats   How refreshing is it really?   How refreshing is it really?      Big shout out to Philly in the house   G. Simone, you know you're not alone   KRS-One on the microphone   Now we gonna come down Ruffneck like this now seen?   Mad Lion hold tight      Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe   Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo   Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe   Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo      We don't come with disrespect, we come with intellect   If you come with disrespect, you get a rope around your neck   Some people don't expect me, to be so violent   But me nah violent, just myself I protect      Too many time I see, young gwal pickadee   Pay five, ten, twenty, thirty dollar to see   Some rapper, some singer, some celebrity   Talk 'bout they wan fi sex up and fill up you body      But them nah talk about peelin' off some money   For the pumpin' on a bed, when you haf the baby   Whattaya think can happen next? After you're done havin' sex?   Too much of ignorance, not enough intelligence      Mahn me not against sex but too many DJ   Talk sex but them not talk about the next day   'Cause the next day them gone and you sit alone   Got 'em soup up your mic, pon de microphone      Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe   Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo   Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe   Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo      Brown skin gwal them can't diss, yo   'Cause you run the show   Them call you all type of bimbo   But you know you're not a hoe      Bwoy pickade, check out your history   Brown man is a God in any city   White, man knew dat and dat was a shock   So dem whip up your bod' and dem whippin' not stop      But dem nah can't stop us wit de whip and de chain   So dem take away your history, erase your name   Still, with no name, with no fight, with no fuss   We just, take on the name, that Massa give us      That name is Nigga, the correct is Negro   It's Spanish for Black, white mahn call us dat   There is also Negroid, also Negro   Now, all nigga pon the corner playin' cee-lo      Man you're not a negro, 'cause you're skin is not black   Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's a fact   You not jump from no tree, you not live in no cave   That's some garbage dem print, dem want you to behave      You a African man, some say Asian   You must respect your love, all brown skin woman   If you diss your woman, you not come wit no plan   So shut up your mowf, til you must understand      Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe   Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo   Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe   Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo      I know you want me to call you a nigga, no   I know you want me to call you a hoe, no   I know you want me to call you a bitch, no   This is how it go      Yes Kris, you're large   Another fat production by the Kid Capri   Big shouts to the engineer Naughty   Big shouts to Luca, and we outta here