I Used To Love H.e.r. Lyrics - Common Sense

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop 

To the beat ya'll and you don't stop 

Yes yes, y'all and you don't stop 

1, 2, ya'll and you don't stop 

Yes yes ya'll and you don't stop 

And to the beat Com sense'll be the sure shot 

Come on 

I met this girl, when I was ten years old 

And what I loved most she had so much soul 

She was old school, when I was just a shorty 

Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me 

On the regular, not a church girl she was secular 

Not about the money, those studs was mic checking her 

But I respected her, she hit me in the heart 

A few New York niggas, had did her in the park 

But she was there for me, and I was there for her 

Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her 

And just cool out, cool out and listen to her 

Sitting on a bone, wishing that I could do her 

Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be 

Cause we related, physically and mentally 

And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around 

Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground 

Original, pure, untampered, a down sister 

Boy I tell ya, I miss her 

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop 

To the beat ya'll and you don't stop 

Yes yes, y'all and you don't stop 

1, 2, ya'll and you don't stop 

Yes yes ya'll and you don't stop 

And to the beat Com sense'll be the sure shot 

Come on 

Now periodically I would see 

Old girl at the clubs, and at the house parties 

She didn't have a body but she started getting thick quick 

Did a couple of videos and became Afrocentric 

Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions 

She was on that tip about stopping the violence 

About my people she was teaching me 

By not preaching to me, but speaking to me in a method that was leisurely 

So easily I approach 

She dug my rap, that's how we got close 

But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool 

Cause around the same time, I went away to school 

And I'm a man of expanding, so why should I stand in her way 

She probably get her money in L.A 

And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul 

She said that the pro-black, was going out of style 

She said, Afrocentricity, was of the past 

So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz 

Now black music is black music and it's all good 

I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood 

Cause that was good for her, she was becoming well rounded 

I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit 

Just having fun, not worried about anyone 

And you could tell by how her titties hung 

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop 

To the beat ya'll and you don't stop 

Yes yes, y'all and you don't stop 

1, 2, ya'll and you don't stop 

Yes yes ya'll and you don't stop 

And to the beat Com sense'll be the sure shot 

Come on 

I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative 

Once the man got to her, he altered her native 

Told her if she got an image and a gimmick 

That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy 

Now I see her in commercials, she's universal 

She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle 

Now she be in the burbs, looking rock and dressing hippie 

And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city 

Talking about popping Glocks serving rocks and hitting switches 

Now she's a gangsta rolling with gangsta bitches 

Always smoking blunts and getting drunk 

Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk 

Stressing how hardcore and "real" she is 

She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz 

I did her, not just to say that I did it 

But I'm committed, but so many niggas hit it 

That she's just not the same letting all these groupies do her 

I see niggas slamming her, and taking her to the sewer 

But I'mma take her back hoping that the shit stop 

Cause who I'm talking bout y'all is hip-hop