For My Sistas

Now I didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but

Now it's '95 so let me drop a line

This goes out to the young black queens

On the neighborhood scene, who haven't lost their dream

I know, sometimes it seems like it ain't no love

And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove

Around the way, girl, with hope in your heart

Do his five in the purse an' five in the start

She's the kinda woman ya take home to mama

The only kind you ever let get past the drama

Coolio know that you ain't no hoe

And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat

Queen of the entire universe

And you know how I know that you was put here first

An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya

Accept my apologies for my brothers

My sister (give it up for my sistas)

Give it up for my sistas

Give it up for my sistas

You're all I need

Princess of the Nile, an' sweet black sexy child

Ooh, I like your style, huh

First mother on the planet, I know it's gettin' scary

And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet

But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat

And use your God-given talents and abilities

No matter where ya from, ya get much respect

From the top of your neck to your county check

I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn'

Brick house with a face like Lena Horne

I ain't no cap to save a hoe, but I got your front

An' your side, an' your back if that's what ya want

So when it's time to put it down, I won't be runnin'

Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubman, huh

No matter what ya do or where ya go

Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio, my sister

Give it up for my sistas, yeah

Give it up for my sistas

Give it up for my sistas

'Cause you're all I need, yeah

Hernie Dipp got the lips, fingertips, and the hips

To make mice outta the crazy-ass bloodz and crypts

Make a nigga sing a song all night long

Til' his voice is gone with no music on

You can be a buster on a hard ass low

An' should be down wit' your ass when you're poor and broke

And um, uh, every time ya need, I'll owe ya

All ya gotta do is make a phone call, 'cause

When ya say, "Come" ya know she's on her way

With no hesitance, an' any type of the leg

I talk about my granny, Batana, an' Vanita

Jacki an' Nicole, an' Grandy, an' Artisha

I gots to give credit where credit is due

An' all credit that is credited is credit to you

I give praise to your ways, an' for all my day

Apologies, much respect to the sons I raise

My sister (give it up for my sistas, yeah)

Give it up for my sistas, come on, just

Give it up for my sistas

'Cause you're all I need, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Give it up for my sistas

Come on, and give it up for my sistas

Give it up for my sistas

'Cause you're all I need, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Just give it up for my sistas

Come on, and give it up for my sistas

Come on, and give it up for my sistas

'Cause you're all I need