Tha Real

Females these days dont want a brotha thats real;

    one that gives a damn how they feel.

They dont want a brotha thats gentle, sweet and nice;

    that tries to give them things, regardless of the price.

A brotha that will offer them his last dime;

    that just wants to relax and talk some time.

A brotha that will stick with you when you in a bad mood;

    that thinks of you when he’s getting himself some food.

They dont want a Chivalrous brotha no more;

    you crazy if you offer them your jacket or open a door.

You show dont show enough emotion and you pretending to be hard;

    too much and they trying to play the punk card.

No, this New Millenium aint nothing like the old days;

    these Ladies got New Millenium ways.

They want a brotha that’s str8 thugged out;

    if you not, they don’t give a damn what you about.

They don’t want a brotha thats flossin less than one tat;

    and aint pushin a Bentlo, Whip, or something like that.

If you aint sippin on forties and don’t blow smoke;

    In they eyes, you a nothing but a F’N joke.

You gotta rock platinum and have a grill full of gold;

    You gotta brag and boast of how many keys you sold.

If you cant show proof of at least one crime;

    In 2002, they aint givin you a second of they time.