| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| so go 'head, witcha self
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| I’m just playin the wall, I’m just playin the wall
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| Coolin with my niggaz on the right, hold tight
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| Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind
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| Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind
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| It’s the sex patrol, the sex patrol
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| Yeah the young sis was stacked wicked, wanted me to kick it
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| Said I never dance, made advance outside
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| Took a glance to expect, Shorty was correct
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| so it seemed, her name Shavon, age seventeen
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| I flipped when I seen her eyes, bloodshot green
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| She said she wanted riches and a nigga with cash
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| Lex Land' or a Path', didn’t know the half
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| I react to flip the script and get ill
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| My man Malik B kept telling me to relax
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| Diggin how you’re livin on some unreal high
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| as I realize -- you’re not that fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| so go 'head, witcha self
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| Dig it, you see sisters is thinkin that I snooze
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| She must don’t know, I have a sister confused
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| Thinkin that she’s pretty and saditty when I spill
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| She said, «I might, I think I can, alright I will.»
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| Tossed up was the digits cause the game is like splendor
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| I said, «Sabrina yea, I met you way back in December; |
| you remember.»
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| She said, «I guess.»
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| Substitute to Santa, she was sittin on the desk
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| And then she said, «You never called me; |
| Mailk you never tried to press.
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| You never tried to push the seven buttons and address.»
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| I said, «Hold up sis -- you’re out of order, man you lost it.
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| My name ain’t Jake; |
| Malik’s no Flake that’s Frosted.»
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| Tryin to cause a scene Sabrina’s rest is self-redeemed
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| She thought she was cute, but never made it on my team
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| I should beam up, about-face fall out
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| And don’tcha even dare to ask why -- because you’re not that fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| so go 'head, witcha self
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| Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue
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| Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew
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| Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two
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| «MMM, my name’s Question, ummmm, who are you?»
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| She didn’t respond, she didn’t respond
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| -- Continue on
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| Thought to myself, should of said a little louder
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| Bet hurry up before she gets lost in the crowd of
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| «Excuse me Miss, excuse me miss»
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| «No, I’m not havin it!"I just got dissed
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| I didn’t get mad, was calm and collect
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| I didn’t call her bitch, I didn’t break her neck
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| Start to wonder why the brothers disrespect the cutie
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| It’s a place of 180's and the high-priced floozie
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| As she walked away, man I couldn’t deny
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| Started lying to myself, man she wasn’t that fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| so go 'head, witcha self
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| Black, butter umm… that’s what I be
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| Had to tell a girl to set her mind free
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| Use the Third Eye possibly you will see
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| what you get, with material objects
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| Wanna be the envy of the whole projects gettin loot
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| Pretty in your cute limited Express suit
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| Baby I can see everything you wanna be
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| See you’re gamin as a key to escape poverty
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| Known to be shown around, sport about her niggaz
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| Thinkin you a woman cause your ass got bigger
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| Kickin it to me as if I don’t know the time
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| But I’m the BlackThought, I’m all up in your mind
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| I figure you the kind to say, «Give me a call»
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| but then switch to act strange, countin on my change
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| Pay to the order of who? |
| Not you
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| Why? |
| You’re not THAT fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| You ain’t fly
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| so go 'head, witcha self |