Lauryn Hill - Doo Wop (That Thing) lyrics

Yo, remember back on the Bully
When cats used to harmonize like
(Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh)
Yo, yo, my men and my women
Don't forget about the deen
Sirat al-Mustaqeem
Yo, it's about a thing, uh, yo, yo
If ya feel real good wave
Your hands in the air
And lick two shots in the atmosphere!
(Put them up, put them up)
(Put them up, put them up)
(Put them up, put them up)

It's been three weeks since you
Were looking for your friend
The one you let hit it
And never called you again
'Member when he told you he
Was 'bout the Benjamins?
You act like you ain't hear him
Then give him a little trim to begin
How you think you're really gon' pretend
Like you wasn't down and
You called him again?
Plus, when you give it up so
Easy you ain't even foolin' him
If you did it then
Then you'd probably fuck again
Talking out your neck
Sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim, sleeping with the jinn
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when
The repercussions spin?
Showing off your ass 'cause you're
Thinking it's a trend
Girlfriend, let me break it
Down for you again you know I only say it
'cause I'm truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock when
You really are a gem
Baby girl, respect is just a minimum
Niggas fucked up and you still defending 'em
Now, Lauryn is only human
Don't think I haven't been
Through the same predicament
Let it sit inside your head like
A million women in Philly, penn
It's silly when girls sell their
Souls because it's in
Look at where you be in
Hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by Koreans come again
(A win win, come again
A win win, come again)

Guys, you know you'd better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

The second verse is dedicated to the men
More concerned with his rims and
His Timbs than his women
Him and his men come in
The club like hooligans
Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang
(like you got yen) let's stop pretend
The ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men
Still in they mother's basement
The pretty face men claiming that
They did a bid men
Need to take care of they three or four kids
And they face a court case
When the child support late
Money taking and heart breaking
Now you wonder why women hate men
The sneaky, silent men
The punk, domestic violence men
Quick to shoot the semen
Stop acting like boys and be men
How you gonna win when
You ain't right within?
How you gonna win when
You ain't right within?
How you gonna win when
You ain't right within?
Uh uh, come again (yeah)
Hey, yo yo, come again
My French men, come again
My sister, come again

Watch out, watch out look out, look out
Watch out, watch out look out, look out
Watch out, watch out look out, look out
Watch out, watch out look out, look out

Girls, you know you'd better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing
Guys, you know you'd better watch out
'Cause girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing
Girls, you know you’d better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

Class! Hey, we’ve got some very
Intelligent women here, man
Do you think you’re too young
To really love somebody?
(No! No, no, I don’t think so)
I say it for me, uh, I’m an adult I say, wait
"You’re too young to be in love
This is silly you’re infatuated or whatever
You got nice jeans you wear fancy Adidas"
I mean, it might be something I don’t know
(It's the difference from loving somebody and
Being in love with somebody)
Well, you tell me what’s the difference?
(Okay you can love anybody but when
You’re in love with somebody
You’re looking at it like this
You’re taking that person for
What he or she is no matter what he or she
Look like or no matter what he or she do)
(You’re crazy! You fall in love
You can fall out of love)
(You might stop being in love with them but
You are not gonna stop loving that person)
(Maybe they ain’t never been loved before
Or been in love before
They don’t know what the feeling
Is to be loved, She poetic)
She killed it, we could end
That conversation with that, right?