This is my rap song
1-2-3-4

I get really sick and tired off
of boys up in my face
Pick-up lines like, whats your sign?
wont get you anyplace

When me and all my girls
go walking down the street,
seems we cant go anywhere
without a car that goes beep-beep

Cause this body is a priceless piece
of lovin unconditionally, yes
So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are?
You was thinkin yous gon git it for free?

CHORUS:
Hey ladies
(Yeah?)
Let em know it aint easy
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Lets come together
Sistas
(Yeah?)
Its time to be greedy
Nothin good comes for free

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Damn, I sure look fine
I cant blame those horny boys
I would make me mine

When I pass you in a club
Ooh la la, you gasp
Back up boy, I aint your toy,
or you piece of ass

Cause this body is a priceless piece
of lovin unconditionally, yes
So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are?
You was thinkin yous gon git it for free?

CHORUS

No jealousy, no envy, girls
Come on, lets work it out
No freebies in the limousine
Thats not what its about

Let him know theres work to do
Give it up, he wont call you
Respect is just a minimum
Go on girl, and get you some

1-2-3-4

CHORUS

Come on girls, lets work it out
Lets come together
Lets show em what its all about
Lets come together
Come on girls, lets work it out
Lets come together
You gotta let em know
that it aint easy street, no