Sistuh

(Chorus: Sung by a woman): Sista, you've been on my mind Sista, we're two of a kind Sista, I'm keeping my eyes on you.... Sista. Black girl, how you living? Niggas say you trippin'. They talk about how you're bitching Some feel, you're out to get them, and you're wicked as shit They say your actions make you deserve to be treated like a bitch But, as the sun can make the Earth travel at magnificent speeds I can make these sistas stop and revolve around me See, I'm your D to the O to the D to the P to the R: your teacher I'll turn the savagest sista, into Shakilah I leave no room for imperfection. I'm as god as god gets I love your hair when it's nappy. Your lips when they thick Manipulate that excess fume. Lubricate you at the womb Girl, you could've been my earth, but you chose to be his moon Why of course. I like scorts and the daisy duke shorts But "Word is Life." The gods are righteous You should've been rocking three-quarters It seems the bigger your breast, the tighter the shirt And the larger your behind, the smaller the skirts I never wanted to be pointing out the wrong within you But I see room for correction in some things that you do You telling me, "All men are dogs," and we ain't about shit So when a fool call you "bitch," you insist on flip But what really fucked me up is when I saw you that day Your girlfriend called you a bitch and it was peace and okay Sista, your situation ethics never did mean jack And I know for a fact, you can't explain that I give a shout out, to all the full time queens: Anti-bitch around the clock, who know what black woman means Ain't trying to paint no evil picture I'm trying to get with ya Your righteous people miss ya: Black sista (Chorus: Sung by a woman. From "The Color Purple."): Sista, you've been on my mind Sista, we're two of a kind Sista, I'm keeping my eyes on you Brother. Black man, how you living? Sistas say we trippin'. They talk about how we're slipping They feel we out to get them, and we know that it's wrong They say our actions make us deserve to be treated like we're dogs But as the sun can maintain and provide for the earth The black man can fat her, and not bounce at the birth See, she's your Q to the U to the E to the EN: your sista Some brothers often diss her. Impregnate n' not be with her See brother, you can draw her up Make her as earth as earth as earth gets But it takes a god of a black man to plant and grow this But you manipulate her brain. Throw her on that transit train Trafficking your crack cocaine. You niggas is insane I'll tell you plain and simple. As long as Sha got instrumentals I can brush this off you mental: from here to infinite She's a hooker. She's a slut. A mother fucking hood rat But you telling her for the sex, she's a queen and all of that? Man, I cram to understand . God damn. I swear to the Vilan This shit gets out of hand. Must be worth 50 grand I'm not trying to paint no evil picture I'm trying to get with ya Your righteous people miss ya: Black sista (Chorus: Sung by a woman): Sista, you've been on my mind Sista, we're two of a kind Sista, I'm keeping my eyes on you