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(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?
Niggaz 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 niggaz 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.
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