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The Sun Rises In The East


Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 8
Year: 1994

Da Bichez Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

I'm not talking about the queens 

But [what?] the bitches 

Not the sisters [what?] the bitches 

Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches 

The bitches, the bitches 

 

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt 

You can tell who's who by the things they want 

 

Most chicks want minks 

Diamonds, a Benz 

Spend up all your ends 

Prob'bly fuck your friends 

 

High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses 

Think that the pussy is made out of gold 

Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood 

They be givin' up sex for goods 

 

Dealin' with bitches is the same old song 

They only want you 'til someone richer comes along 

 

Don't get me wrong, strong black women 

I know who's who so due respect I'm givin' 

 

While queens stand by you, and stick around 

Bitches suck you dry and push you down 

So it's my duty to address 

This vampiress 

Givin' the black man stress 

Recognize what's real and not material 

Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches 

 

I'm not talking about the queens 

But [what?] the bitches 

Not the sisters [what?] the bitches 

Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches 

The bitches, the bitches 

 

My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin' 

I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian 

I told him she was out to get what she could get 

He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end 

Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick 

He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent 

 

Black Widow: she even killed dead presidents 

That he'd owe. Shouldn't have got one red cent 

I body slam her But I'm not a misogynist 

When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed 

 

Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress 

The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress 

 

Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop 

Cause I'm hip to the game 

I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped 

Bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches 

Fuckin' around with those bitches 

 

I'm not talking about the queens 

But [what?] the bitches 

Not the sisters [what?] the bitches 

Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches 

The bitches, the bitches 

 

Since I've been club-hoppin' 

You've been ho-hoppin' 

You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in 

 

Any nigga with a record 

Could get your butt naked 

 

So your man got a Lexus 

You live in the projects 

Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest 

Your ass ain't the fattest 

Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed 

I know your status, you can't touch my status 

Deep down you want this 

Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this 

 

Poppin' that coochie for Gucci 

Bitches like you ain't shit to me 

And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T 

Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty 

 

Now go in peace Don't make me get raw 

And treat you like the harlot that you are 

Filthy bitches 

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