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Doo Wop (That Thing)
Lauryn Hill

Lyrics

Yo, remember back on the boogie when cats used to harmonize, like...
Yo, yo, my men and my women,
don't forget about the dean,
the Sirat al-Mustaqim.
Yo, it's about a thing.
If ya feel real good, wave your hands in the air,
and lick two shots in the atmosphere!
Yeah, a-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, a-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

It's been two weeks since you were looking for your friend,
the one you let hit it and never called you again.
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins?
You act like you ain't hear him, then give him a little trim.
To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend,
like you wasn't down and you called him again?
Plus, when you give it up so easy, you ain't even fooling him.
If you did it then, then you'd probably f*** again.
Talkin' out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian,
a Muslim sleeping with the gin.
Now, that was the sin that did Jezebel in.
Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin?
Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinkin' it's a trend.
Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again.
You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine:
don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem.
Baby girl, respect is just a minimum.
N****s f***ed up and you still defending 'em.
Now, Lauryn is only human.
Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament.
Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn.
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in.
Look at where you be in,
hair weaves like Europeans,
fake nails done by Koreans.
Come again.
Come again.
Come again.

Come again.
Guys, you know you better watch out.
Some girls, some girls are only about that thing, that thing, that thing...

That thing, that thing, that thing...
The second verse is dedicated to the man
more concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women.
Him and his men come in the club like hooligans.
Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang.
Like you got yen!
Let's stop pretend.
The ones that pack pistols by they waist men,
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement.
The pretty face men claiming that they be the big men
need to take care of they three or four kids.
And they face a court case when the child support late.
Money-taking and heart-breaking.
Now you wonder why women hate men.
The sleepy, silent men, the punk, domestic violence men,
quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men.
How you gon' win when you ain't right within?
How you gon' win when you ain't right within?
How you gon' win when you ain't right within?
Uh uh, come again.
Yo, yo, yo, come again.
Come again.
Come again.
Watch out, watch out.
Look out, look out.
Watch, watch out, watch out.
Look out, look out.
Watch out, watch out.
Look out, look out.
Watch, watch out, watch out.

Look out, look out.
Girls, you know you'd better watch out.
Some guys, some guys are only about
that thing, that thing, that thing...

That thing, that thing, that thing...
Guys, you know you better watch out.
Some girls, some girls are only about
that thing, that thing, that thing...

That thing, that thing, that thing...

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