Common Sense: I Used To Love H.E.R. | Song-Factsheet


Song «I Used To Love H.E.R.» von Common Sense.


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1994 08 23 (Single), 1994 10 04 (Album)
Label: Relativity 88561-1209, Relativity 88561-1208
Songwriter Lonnie Lynn, Jr. & Dion Wilson
Produktion: No I.D.
Genre: Hip-Hop - Goldenage - Jazzrap


Chicago Rapper Common (damals noch: Common Sense). Dieser Track wurde eine Nummer 31 der Billboard Hot Rap Singles Charts.

Personen und Querverweise

Common Sense
Lonnie Lynn, Jr.
Dion Wilson
No I.D.


[Hook] Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop To the beat y'all and you don't stop Yes yes, y'all and you don't stop 1, 2, y'all and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on [Verse 1] I met this girl, when I was ten years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me On the regular, not a church girl she was secular Not about the money, those studs was mic checkin' her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggas, had did her in the park But she was there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her And just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin' on a bone, wishin' that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be Cause we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground Original, pure, untampered, a down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her [Hook] [Verse 2] Now periodically I would see Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties She didn't have a body, but she started gettin' thick quick Did a couple of videos and became Afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions She was on that tip about stoppin' the violence About my people she was teachin' me, by not preaching to me But speaking to me in a method that was leisurely So easily I approach She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West Coast, and that was cool Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expanding, so why should I stand in her way She probably get her money in L.A And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was going out of style She said, Afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B, hip-house, bass, and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty; she was with the boys in the hood Cause that was good for her, she was becoming well rounded I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit Just having fun, not worried about anyone And you could tell by how her titties hung [Hook] [Verse 3] I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative Once the man got to her, he altered her native Told her if she got an image and a gimmick That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs, looking rock and dressin' hippie And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talking about popping Glocks serving rocks and hittin' switches Now she's a gangsta rolling with gangsta bitches Always smoking blunts and getting drunk Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressin' how hardcore and "real" she is She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed (giiirl, he's committed), but so many niggas hit it That she's just not the same letting all these groupies do her I see niggas slammin' her, and taking her to the sewer But I'ma take her back hoping that the shit stop Cause who I'm talking 'bout, y'all, is hip-hop [Outro: The Five Heartbeats sample] Eddie King, Jr.: I think you’re overstepping your bounds just a little bit Baby Doll: I can’t do this anymore