paroles de chanson For My Sistas (Amended LP Version) - Coolio
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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