Girls Havin' Babies on Their Own

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, come on Cuz I could see it in you... That's right... Cuz I could see it in you... Word up... said I could see it in you... You know, it's all in your eyes, girl... [Solomon Childs] Now to the queens of the world, divine mothers of the world Latina cover girls, the black pearls Struggling for your kids, tryin' to be the best Taking no shorts like Mae West, never would listen What momma love would suggest, that you request A partner in life, never putting you through so much stress You holding down your foundation, all by yourself Reminiscing from the pain that was once felt From the fathers, who got they lives took And the ones here, be everything in the book From a bastard to a crook, reality be when he look At the responsibility for the kids'll get him shook See girl, cuz it was fifty-fifty when you layed down That was '75, 25 when it came around Yeah... you know, you know... It's kinda real for them... [Hook: Solomon Childs] So many girls havin' babies on their own To the kids, male figures is never known Cuz it's rough in this world, taking care of your homes So many girls havin' babies on their own So many girls havin' babies on their own Stay strong, may your heart stay as hard as stone Cuz it's rough in this world, taking care of your home Nowadays, so many girls havin' babies on their own [Solomon Childs] Respect due from New York to L.A., sophisticated females Floating with the grace of a nightingale Shining, sexy with your hairdo's and painted nails Exquisite, bringing magazines on the visit Of The Source, the Black Tail, MB's Champion sweatsuits at wholesale Struggling, the 9-to-5 to get ya man's bail At the crib with the kids waiting to exhale Ladies on the real, you know the Killa Bamz kids I'm tired of seeing young girls with tears Struggling from the pain, thinking of the lies and the cheating Going down, memory lane, never knowing what the man Of your life, try'nna gain Always in your face, yelling, predicate felon Got the nerve to complain, to my queens, let me explain Let me explain, let me explain, yeah... you know, come on [Hook] [Solomon Childs] Arguments and sticking, Bob Marley was doing his bids Homeboy, I know you think they dealing and greave But like you, son, women got needs Car notes and housedeeds, kids to feed Brothers making promises after promises on how days gon' get better Whether poor or rich, we gon' be together forever But don't cry, from the lies after lies By the dozens, talking forever, messing with your cousins I'm not hating, strictly stating Breaking down the jewels I've written, Cover Girl you secondary Remotes necessary, to represent and hold down ya world, miss thing Miss thing, miss thing... [Hook] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Ain't nobody gonna do for you, like you gon' do for me... Yeah...