Lyrics Ghetto Lisa - Timex Social Club

She's what they call big boned

So much so that brothas be zoned in on her hips
And they fall for the tricks that Lisa plays
To keep them sprung and dumb

Don't get me wrong because Lisa's not trickin'
At least in the sense of trickin'
Like a common prostitute to get her loot

Naw, Lisa's about hers,
Women wanna be her and men wanna hold and control her

She always quotes Gwen Guthrey
When hollering back at the brothas who try to spit

"You gotta have a J.O.B. if you wanna be with me"

Actually, that's just game that Lisa runs on them
See, she's got her eyes on the prize and the prize is a better life

See, she's an intelligent black queen
Who reads books, sees plays and a lady
Who also entertains aspirations of someday
Seeing her name in lights up on that big silver screen

She always says, "It can happen!"

Until that day arrives
Lisa strives to do her best to survive
In a neighborhood that's run down
Run down to the ground

You see, she's above this place
And Lisa makes haste of the waste of time and skills... the sistah is buildin'
Yup, she builds

For real!

Don't believe me? just ask her yourself. I mean everyone knows Lisa...

Just ring... Lisa G at
Building B
Apartment 3C