[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yeah, Freedom of Speech
Somethin` I gotta say to my black women
Matter fact, all the, all the race of women right now
Goin` through it with they man, holdin` them down
knowhatimsayin`, word up
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Yo, I know you tired of them same ol` thugs
I know you tired of them same ol` thugs
I know you tired of them same ol` thugs
It be them same ol` faces, in them same ol` clubs
With them same ol` drinks, and them same ol` drugs
That kick the same ol` game, just to claim your love
I know you tired of them same ol` thugs
I know you tired of them same ol` thugs
[Hell Razah]
Spiritual girl, born in the material world
Think she`d hear wisdom, instead of some pearls
Rose petal drop, he loves me, he loves me not
Sittin` in the Benz drop-top, a traffic cop
Tried to talk to her, like his game was hot
She drove off, left him standin` there with dust to cough
Miss New York, intelligent, loved to talk
She could hold a conversation with conscious thoughts
Delicate was her heart, plus her touch is soft
She don`t care about a diamond ring, or what it`s cost
She took a lost, last time, a nigga chain was floss
She remind of me of Diana Ross, brown and short
Excuse me, you dropped your passport, inside of the court
I could tell she was feelin` me, but playin` it off
I`m a lawyer on the third floor, I seen you before
Matter fact, I traced it back, it was up in The Source
I gotta go, here`s my card, hope you need a divorce
I lit a cigarette, and laughed, and preceded to walk
[Chorus]
[Hell Razah]
The second time I`ve seen her, it was up in Club Cheetah`s
Like Solomon and Queen Ashibah, but I be cheaper
Watched her before I greet her, she kept dissin` all the fake thugs trynna meet her
Blowin` they reefer, askin` her to write down they cell phone and beeper
From here I can read her, but damn, she is a diva
A primadonna, might be an anaconda
I crept up from behind her, tapped the shoulder
She turned around, noticed it`s me, played me closer
Sippin` on a cold Corona, this ain`t a place for an older
Mature like woman, who stay sober, we left before the party`s over
I know a better place to chill and build about our black culture... word up
[Chorus]
