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Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah She said she don't like that old shit She wanna hear some new shit The game that these lames be runnin' so stupid Juvenile and foolish, she long for a change Yeah, that would be refreshin' for her brain Her ears are deaf to all the nonsense She wanna hear some progress It's too easy for her, you gotta make it complex Provoke her thoughts, take her to another level Engage her intelligence, make her feel special She a fan of rap music, she love the way I do it She said she missed me while I was gone These other dudes been droppin' fast food shit Microwave songs, it's time for somethin' different Somethin' prepared with love People say she too bougie, finicky, choosy But she a Pisces, indecisive when she do things She wanna make her she make the right choice Well baby girl, you smart as hell if you can hear my voice Yeah, lil homie said music ain't the same He said it's the business, the artists are to blame He only listen to Eazy-E and Too $hort 'Cause these new fools too flashy, too much floss Letras de cancionesToo much conceit, not enough consistence Too much beefin' instead of makin' hits They all take they fans for granted They unappreciative of they God-given talent He said he like the rappers when they broke 'Cause when they get that money They looks touch with the folks Back up in the hood that made him famous from the getty-up Forgot about the ghettio, that's why you keep gettin' stuck That's what the first joint is always so doubtin' Now they can't give away albums He only 14, but little shorty know his shit, he do his homework I value your point of view, kid From Letras Mania