For My Sistas Songtext
von Coolio

Now I didn′t use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but
Now it's ′95 so let me drop a line
This goes out to the young black queens
On the neighborhood scene, who haven't lost their dream

I know, sometimes it seems like it ain't no love
And to get where you go ya got to push an′ shove
Around the way, girl, with hope in your heart
Do his five in the purse an′ five in the start

She's the kinda woman ya take home to mama
The only kind you ever let get past the drama
Coolio know that you ain′t no hoe
And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat

Queen of the entire universe
And you know how I know that you was put here first
An′ to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya
Accept my apologies for my brothers


My sister (give it up for my sistas)
Give it up for my sistas
Give it up for my sistas
You′re all I need

Princess of the Nile, an' sweet black sexy child
Ooh, I like your style, huh
First mother on the planet, I know it's gettin′ scary
And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet
But ya gotta shake ′em off like fleas an' nigga meat
And use your God-given talents and abilities

No matter where ya from, ya get much respect
From the top of your neck to your county check
I see ya waitin′ for the bus in the early morn'
Brick house with a face like Lena Horne

I ain′t no cap to save a hoe, but I got your front
An' your side, an′ your back if that's what ya want
So when it's time to put it down, I won′t be runnin′
Ya got a dear lil' somethin′ like Harriet Tubman, huh
No matter what ya do or where ya go
Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio, my sister


Give it up for my sistas, yeah
Give it up for my sistas
Give it up for my sistas
'Cause you′re all I need, yeah

Hernie Dipp got the lips, fingertips, and the hips
To make mice outta the crazy-ass bloodz and crypts
Make a nigga sing a song all night long
Til' his voice is gone with no music on

You can be a buster on a hard ass low
An′ should be down wit' your ass when you're poor and broke
And um, uh, every time ya need, I′ll owe ya
All ya gotta do is make a phone call, ′cause
When ya say, "Come" ya know she's on her way
With no hesitance, an′ any type of the leg

I talk about my granny, Batana, an' Vanita
Jacki an′ Nicole, an' Grandy, an′ Artisha
I gots to give credit where credit is due
An' all credit that is credited is credit to you
I give praise to your ways, an' for all my day
Apologies, much respect to the sons I raise

My sister (give it up for my sistas, yeah)
Give it up for my sistas, come on, just
Give it up for my sistas
′Cause you′re all I need, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Give it up for my sistas
Come on, and give it up for my sistas
Give it up for my sistas
'Cause you′re all I need, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Just give it up for my sistas
Come on, and give it up for my sistas
Come on, and give it up for my sistas
'Cause you′re all I need