For My Sistas

Now I didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but

Now it's '95 so let me drop a line

This goes out to the young black queens

On the neighborhood scene

Who haven't lost their dream

I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love

And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove

Around the way girl with hope in your heart

Do his five in the purse an' five in the start

She's the kinda woman ya take home to momma

The only kind you ever let get past the drama

Coolio know that you ain't no ho

And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat

Queen of the entire universe

And you know how I know that you were put here first

An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya

Accept my apologies for my brothaz....

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My...sista...

Give it up for my sistas

Give it up for my sistas

Give it up for my sistas

You're all I need...

Princess of the nile

An' sweet black sexy child

Ooh I like your style, huh

First motha on the planet

I know it's gettin' scary

And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet

But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat

And use your god-given talents and abilities

No matta where ya from ya get much respect

From the top of your neck to your county check

I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn

Brick house with a face like leena horne

I ain't no cap to save a ho

But I got your front

An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want

So when it's time to put it down I won't be runnin'

Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like harriet tubmanm, huh

No matta what ya do or where ya go

Ya got love from a nigga named coolio....

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Hernie dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips

Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass bloodz and crypts

Make a nigga sing a song all night long

Til' his voice is gone

Wit' no music on

You can be a busta on a hardass low

An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke

And um uh

Every time ya need I'll owe ya

Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz

When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way

Wit' no hesitance

An' any type of the leg

I talk about my granny

Batana, an' vanita

Jacki an' nicole an' grandy an' artisha

I gots to give credit where credit is due

An' all credit that is credited is credit to you

I give praise to your wayz

An' for all my day

Apologies much respect to the sons I raise....

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