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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Lyrics

A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on 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 On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular Not about the money, those studs was mic-checkin' her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggas 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 'Cause 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, a down sister Boy, I tell you, I miss her A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-Com Sense y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot 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 approach 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 LA 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 A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop And to the beat Com gotta be the sure shot A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop If you don't check it, mm-mm, bust it, bust it I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative Once the man got to her, 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, lookin' rock and dressin' hippie And on some dumb shit when she comes to the city Talkin' 'bout 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 (girl, he's committed) but so many niggas hit it That she's just not the same lettin' all these groupies do her I see niggas slammin' her and takin' her to the sewer But I'ma take her back, hopin' that the shit stop 'Cause who I'm talkin' about, y'all, is hip-hop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop Mainframe, yo, they gotta be the sure shot A-yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, Com Sense is gonna drop, haha I used to love H.E.R. I used to love H.E.R. I used to love H.E.R. I used to love H.E.R. I used to love H.E.R. I used to love H.E.R., went and fucked up all the shit, y'all You ain't got your woman in check, man? I think you're overstepping your bounds just a little bit I can't do this anymore
Writer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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