[Dialogue: Slow V & Retrospect]
(S): Damn Retro, what's up wit that little dime I saw you with last week n***a
(R): n***a who you talking bout son
(S): Man you know who I'm talking bout, that little cutie n***a
(R): Man, n***a that's nothing man, I've had some crazy ones back in day man
(S): Naw n***a, really
(R): n***a I play hoes like CD's man
(S): Oh word
(R): Yea man, I got them on rotation son
(S): Damn n***a
(R): Yo check this man, let me tell you about them dawg
[Verse 1: Retrospect]
Yo, I had this illmatic chick who would represent well
She had a New York state of mind and it wasn't hard to tell
She said guard your sk** she was the most supportive
Until I caught her cheating with some n***a named Jordan
Life's a b**h and then you die that's why
I had to cut her off because I didn't half time
In the past I've been through different situations
Dominicans and Haitians, even Indians and Jamaicans
There was this common chick that just moved from California
But I thought she was a fiend 'cause she was always on the corner
She didn't know what love was or how to be faithful
She was mad I let her know, so I had to let her go
It was written on the note, but she didn't get the message
She didn't get to stepping, so I had to get the weapon
I told she could take it in writing or she could take it in blood
If you don't leave I'll put your face to the rug
Face it your done, when I found you was a crumb in the slums
I made you chowder, I gave you power
But I ain't sweating it son, 'cause that there is gone
Yo she was just a black girl lost, word up
[Dialogue: Retrospect & Slow V]
(S) Yea, ha
(R) Yo man, I've had a lot of CD's on my deck
(S) I heard that n***a
(R) For real
But I know I ain't the only one with some crazy stories
(S) Nah man, I treat hoes like a radio n***a
Turn them on and blow a hole though them like a speaker of something
(R) Word
(S) Yea, yo but check it
[Verse 2: Slow V]
My first girl was big, and she was ready to die
She had suicidal thoughts, and was a friend of mine
Warning, the doctor gave her, one more chance
Juicy, it's unbelievable that things done changed
Me and my b**h were set we had mad Respect
Lived that Everyday Struggle but would always connect
She would call me big poppa right before I'd shoot
But I had to bounce when she said give me the loot
My second chick was fine she lived a Beautiful Struggle
She had black girl pain, so we would always cuddle
She saw me at the game, at the park, around my way
Going hard in that Ghetto Snow, I con a date
As time went by, I found out she never been in love, apart from me
Chick was really jock-ing me couldn't work it out
Chick was really stalking me with broken gla** so I said back up off of me
My third chick was Tical she had a PLO Style
Once the Stimulation hit man I drove her wild
She was all I need with her round Biscuits fastened
Drove her something crazy when I had my thing in action
And there it is, yea
[Dialogue: Slow V & Retrospect]
(S): yo retro, what's the deal son. Yo man, I hit b**hes like singles n***a
(R): What the f**
(S): Yea
(R): n***a I drop hoes like album dates n***a
(S): I pick a new chick every Tuesday n***a, like a record or something n***a
(R): Ha, b**h n***a whatever man
I put out b**hes like singles man, put them out there
(S): Man when I'm done using them, I play them
And then I throw them back on the self n***a, ha ha
(R): Ha, and if that b**h ain't raw, if she ain't no cla**ic
Like you just said I put that b**h back on the self
(S): and there it is n***a
(R): For real n***a CD's
(S): S R n***a
(R): Crazy Dates