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 this chick was creative
   But once the man got you well 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 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