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I Used To Love H.E.R.

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 the shit was creative

But once the man got you well he altered the native

Told her if she got an energetic 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


I Used To Love H.E.R. / Common

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