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She was the type of hype
That made it right
And fights
Were unnecessary because she kept peace at night
It's alright ya chillin' with ya girls
And whirls around a sound unique
When feet are on the ground
It's cool that ya clique would be at school
And dicks would drew the stick
But no haps with fools would sick
And in particular this light skinned beautiful
Above the secular limitations expecting this man
To stand on the waves of commitment
Dips went back & forth to my door
So i couldn't package the shipment
And then this trick went
Dressed in white
Still hurt from my pain
He couldn't stand the flight
Of anotha nigga
Now ya man fakin' ways of celibacy
Fellas be laughin' & you say lookin' jealous to me
But you don't know while he's sticking you from the back
He jacks you for your brain
Duane had to refrain
From keepin' ya name out of my mouth
I seen ya old clique made noise while you had poise
And can't hold it
I say lets pray for precious lips upon the growing
Hmmm, it's one motion for the hoeing.