This is my rap song. 1-2-3-4. I get really sick and tired. Of boys up in my face. Pick-up lines like what's your sign?. Won't get you anyplace. When me and all my girls. Go walking down the street. Seems we can't 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' you's gon' git it for free?. Chorus:. Hey ladies. (Yeah?). Let 'em know it ain't easy. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Let's come together. Sistas. (Yeah?). It's time to be greedy. Nothin' good comes for free. Mirror mirror on the wall. Damn I sure look fine. I can't 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 ain't 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' you's gon' git it for free?. Chorus. No jealousy no envy girls. Come on let's work it out. No freebies in the limousine. That's not what it's about. Let him know there's work to do. Give it up he won't call you. Respect is just a minimum. Go on girl and get you some. 1-2-3-4. Chorus. Come on girls let's work it out. Let's come together. Let's show 'em what it's all about. Let's come together. Come on girls let's work it out. Let's come together. You gotta let 'em know. that it ain't easy street no