My name is Kita and I'm not hoochie
Not hoochie coochie cause I won't let you smooch me
My girl Nesi, she can speak for herself
(and if you step to me wack then you better make a left)
I ain't a prude or crude with an attitude
I speak from the heart cause it's for your own good
But between you and me when he likes what he sees
(Aw, girl it's on the tip of my tongue,
what do you call it? ... when a brother gets sprung!)
that's right dress so tight, nobody taught you different
so you think it's all right
(and we ain't tryin' to hear about no stereotypes).
Skirt so short it's a belt
If you don't want nobody lookin' then respect yourself
If beauty's skin deep then don't dress so cheap
And get mad when you hear (you remind me of my jeep).
CHORUS:
I ain't even tryin to hear that! (oh no)
I ain't even tryin to hear that! (but you don't hear me though)
I ain't even tryin to hear that! (oh no)
Speak to the hand!
I've heard every other lame excuse
Stuff more silly than the original Dr. Suess
Brotha said he couldn't help himself
Looking out for number one he was under alot of stress
Dysfunctional family should excuse me from
Consequences or responsibility
Hey man it's survival of the fittest
I hit her closed fisted and that's how I did this
Granny didn't need it, she had three months to live
A habit to support, I had to pay my bills
Court room calamity, perpetrating insanity
(Punks get set free makes me want to use profanity)
Lets get to the root of the sickness
When it comes to wickedness, there's one way to kick this
(Underneath the skin is original sin)
And every heart is wicked, that's the reason why we're trippin'
CHORUS
If you know who you are
And what your supposed to do
Then maybe you wouldn't do
The things that you do
So seek and you will find
Don't let your eyes be blind
And don't allow
