Lyrics We All Know Her - Mistah F.A.B.

We All Know Her

Look, I ain’t gonna even lie
Tryin' to come and do the fool
I’ve been in love with this girl since middle school
Long hair, yeah, she was short and pretty
I BET she stayed up on Rap City
Yo, I MTV rapped to her
Back then about to rap to her
My boy Ed, he was her Lover
And Downtown Julie Brown was her stepmother
She had spunk, shawty had spruce
Had a little brother named Bishop, shawty had Juice
Her Big Daddy used to walk with a cane (Kane)
But had the dopest dance moves so I found that strange, but
It was Kool, G Rap, late night, uncut, used to do a recap
Shit, even her father MC
But her uncle was on drugs, he was Heavy on D
Well, I can’t front, I was something like a groupie
Shawty was in the videos, games and movies
On top of all that she had a big ol' booty
Damn, I can’t lie, she was a cutie
Thick, true story, no fronts
She knew I wanted her cause I couldn’t hide my hunch
Huh, I was a nigga with an attitude
When I seen her walking down the street with another dude…
Man, I was the Leader of the New School
Tryin' to Bust a couple of Rhymes, really I was doo-doo
Stripes and a polka dot
I guess I was the Kwame of the block
Underground, tryin' to Get Around like Pac
Looking at her hips made me just wanna hop
She used to like poetry, I wonder what stopped
She fell in love with them boys that was hot
When we was kids we had all of our relatives
But back then that’s when it was positive
The AIDS hit, on some other shit
In '95 uncle Eazy tested positive
Two years later cousin BIG got shot
A year after the fate of cousin Pac
He was a Soulja and Slim
Ol' Dirty Bastard, damn I miss him
OG, yeah, like a Guru
Used to smoke Big Ls on the ave, he was too true
A distant cousin out in Houston that would screw too
Pimp like C leaning hard in a blue coupe
Big Pun, Special One was her Conscious Daughter
But had the smartest son
And you ain’t have to beat 'em like Dilla
Cause like Mac Dre he was a real ass nigga