Tytuł: FOR MY SISTAS

• Wykonawca: Coolio
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  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....
  
  
  
  (Chorus)
  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....
  
  
  
  -Chorus-
  
  
  
  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....
  
  
  
  -Chorus(extended)-