Key: A major•
Verse 1
D
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A
D
It's the love of, uh, uh
It's the love of, uh, uh
A
A yes, yes, y 'all, and you don't stop
D
A yes, yes, y 'all, and you don't stop
A
A yes, yes, y 'all, and it don't stop
D
A
Well, I'm still in love
D
I met this girl when I was ten years old
And what I love most is she
A
has so much soul
D
She was old school when
I was just a shorty,
never knew throughout my life
A
she would be there for me on the regular
Not a church girl, she was secular,
not about the money,
D
no studs was mic checking her,
A
but I respected her
She hit me in the heart,
a few New York niggas
D
had did her in the park,
but she was there for me
And I was there for her,
pull out a chair for her,
A
turn on the air for her
D
and just cool out
Cool out and listen to her,
sitting on bone
Wishing that I could do eventually
A
if it was meant to be
D
Then it would be cause we related,
A
D
physically and mentally
A
And she was fun then,
I be geek when she come around
She was fresh dude,
D
when she was underground original
Pure one tempered her down sister,
A
boy I tell ya, I miss her
D
Yes, yes, y 'all, you don't stop
To the beat, y 'all, you don't stop
A
Yes, yes, y 'all, you don't stop
D
To the beat, y 'all, you don't stop
A
Yes, yes, y 'all, and it don't stop
Well, I've seen it all
D
Now periodically I would see
Old girl at the clubs
and at the house parties
A
D
She didn't have a body
but she started getting thick quick
Did a couple videos and
became afrocentric
A
Out goes the weed,
in comes the braids, beads, medallions
She was on that tip
D
about stoppin' the violence
A
About my people she was teachin' me,
not preachin' but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely,
D
so easily I approach
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
We met up on the west coast,
and that was cool
Cause I was in the streets
smokin' weed and ditchin' school
A
Picked up a bandana,
she started doin' things another way
D
She caught a lot of money in L .A.
A
Late 80s, Reaganomics had
the West goin' wild
Circumstances forced her to
change up her style
D
She said Afrocentricity was good to have
But it wasn't representin'
what was poppin' on the ass
See, black people was still dancin'
like it was all good
She had to put it down
for the boys in the hood
A
And that was good for her
She was becoming well -rounded
I thought it was dope
D
how she was on that freestyle shit
A
Just havin' fun,
not worried about anyone
And you can tell by how her titties hung
D
Yes, yes, y 'all, and it don't stop
To the beat, y 'all, and it don't stop
A
D
Yes, yes, y 'all, and it don't stop
Merc's a knife, man,
they gotta be the show shot
A
Yes, yes, y 'all, and it don't stop
D
To the beat, y 'all, and it don't stop
A
Yes, yes, y 'all, and it don't stop
Well, I'm still in love
D
Now, I might have failed to mention
that this chick was creative
But once the man got to her,
A
he altered her native
D
Told her if she had an energetic gimmick,
then she could make money
And she did it like a dummy,
A
now she's common in commercials
She's universal, she used to only swing it
D
with the inner city circle
A
Now she be in the berms
rockin' jeans that's extra skinny
And on some dumb shit
when she comes to the city
D
Talkin' bout poppin' bottles
with models and all the strippers
Now she's a baller tryna see
who's the richest
Tatted all up with 808s and heartbreaks
Nails is too pretty to be diggin'
in the crates
A
Stressin' how wealthy
and rich she is
She was richer in spirit
D
before she got in the show biz
A
I did her, not just to say that I did it,
but I'm committed
D
It's just so many niggas hit it
that she's just not the same
Lettin' all these groupies do her,
and make it rain on her
And try to auto -tune her,
but I'ma take her back
Hopin' that this shit'll stop,
cause who I'm talkin' bout,
y 'all, is hip -hop
A
I said she's just not the same,
lettin' all these groupies do her
He'll make it rain on her,
D
he'll try to auto -tune her
A
But I'ma take her back,
hoping that this shit'll stop,
cause I
Must be in love
D
All
A
D
All alone
A
D
A
All alone
D
A
D
Must be in love
A
D
A
D
A
D
We must be in love
Mystery?
A
D
I must be in love
I must
A
D
A
I must be in love
must be in love
D
Yes, yes, yes!
Whoo!
I said the hot dogs is extra crispy,
the hot dogs is extra crispy,
the hot dogs is extra crispy.
And if you don't cook
A
this shit on the grill,
D
nigga miss me.
A
D
You
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D
A
D
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