our revolution will not happen between these thighs [x3]
Not happen between these thighs
Not happen between these thighs
The real revolution ain't about booty size
The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you drives
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls
Baby your notorious revolution
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche
In my bush
Your revolution will be killing me softly
With fugees
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring
And produce little future emcees
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it well
doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come on now
Your revolution will not be your smacking it up,
flipping it, or rubbing it down
Not will it take you downtown ang humpin around
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not have me singing
ain't no nigga like the one i got
And your revolution will not be sending me for no drip,
grip VD shot
And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise
Or helping your fantasize
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Oh, my Jamican brother, your revolution will not make you
feel bombastic
And really fantastic
And have your groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in
plastic
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of
french vanilla,
butter pecan, chocolate delux
Or having Akinyele's dream, m-hmm a 6-foot blowjob
machine m-hmm
You want to subjugate your queen?? uh-huh
Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few
bucks??
Please brother please
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
And making me belive I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia
clown
Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed
And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes
I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego
We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common
Sense
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no Pretense
But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and
status
To express what you feel
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
Will not be you shaking and me faking
Between these thighs
Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real revolution
You know I'm talking about the revolution
When it comes, it's gonna be real
it's gonna be real
it's gonna be real
when it finally comes
when it finally comes
it's gonna be real, yeah yeah Your revolution will not happen between these thighs [x3] Not happen between these thighs Not happen between these thighs The real revolution ain't about booty size The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you drives And though we've lost Biggie Smalls Baby your notorious revolution Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche In my bush Your revolution will be killing me softly With fugees Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring And produce little future emcees Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it well doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come on now Your revolution will not be your smacking it up, flipping it, or rubbing it down Not will it take you downtown ang humpin around Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not have me singing ain't no nigga like the one i got And your revolution will not be sending me for no drip, grip VD shot And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise Or helping your fantasize Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs Oh, my Jamican brother, your revolution will not make you feel bombastic And really fantastic And have your groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate delux Or having Akinyele's dream, m-hmm a 6-foot blowjob machine m-hmm You want to subjugate your queen?? uh-huh Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few bucks?? Please brother please Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave And making me belive I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense On a quest to make love De La Soul, no Pretense But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status To express what you feel Your revolution will not happen between these thighs Will not happen between these thighs Will not be you shaking and me faking Between these thighs Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real revolution You know I'm talking about the revolution When it comes, it's gonna be real it's gonna be real it's gonna be real when it finally comes when it finally comes it's gonna be real, yeah yeah

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oh jeez.