paroles de chanson Doo Wop (That Thing) - Lauryn Hill

Yo, remember back on the Bully when cats used to harmonize like
Yo, yo, my men and my women
Don't forget about the deen, Sirat al-Mustaqeem
Yo, it's about a thing
If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air
And lick two shots in the atmosphere

It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins?
You act like you ain't hear him, then give him a little trim
To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend
Like you wasn't down and you called him again?
Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him
If you did it then, then you'd probably f- again

Talking out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim, sleeping with the jinn
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin?
Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinkin' it's a trend
Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again
You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem

Baby girl, respect is just a minimum
N- f- up and you still defending 'em
Now, Lauryn is only human
Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament
Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by Koreans
Come again

A win win, come again
A win win, come again
My friend come again

Guys you know you'd better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

The second verse is dedicated to the men
More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women
Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans
Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang (like you got yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty face men claiming that they be the big men
Need to take care of they three or four kids

And they face a court case when the child support late
Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate men
The sneaky, silent men
The punk, domestic violence men
Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men

How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
Uh-uh, come again
Yo, yo, come again
The breddrin come again
And sistrin come again

Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out
Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out
Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out
Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out

Girls you know you'd better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

Guys you know you'd better watch out
'Cause girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

Girls you know you'd better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

Hey, we've got some very intelligent women here, man
Do you think you're too young to really love somebody?
(No, no, no, I don't think so)
I say it for me, uh, I'm an adult I say, wait
"You're too young to be in love, this is silly
You're infatuated or whatever, you got nice jeans
You wear fancy Adidas"
I mean, it might be something I don't know
(It's the difference from loving somebody and being in love with somebody)
Well, you tell me, what's the difference?
(Okay, you can love anybody but when you're in love with somebody
You're looking at it like this
You're taking that person for what he or she is
No matter what he or she look like or no matter what he or she do
You fall in love, you can fall out of love
You might stop being in love but you are not gonna stop loving that person
Maybe sometimes they never been loved before
Or they never been in love before, they never
They don't know what the feeling is to be loved
She poetic
She killed it, we could end that conversation with that, right?