Your revolution will not happen between these thighs,
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs,
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs,
Not happen between these thighs,
Not happen between these thighs.
The real revolution ain't about booty size,
The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you drives.
And though we've lost Biggie Smalls,
Baby your notorious revolution,
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche In my bush.
Your revolution will be you killing me softly
With fugees.
Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring,
And produce little future emcees
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs.
Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it
well,
You know, doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come on now.
Your revolution will not be you smacking it up,
flipping it, or rubbing it down
Nor will it take you downtown or humpin around,
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Your revolution will not have me singing,
ain't no nigga like the one I got.
And your revolution will not be sending me for no drip, drip VD
shot.
And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise
Or helping you fantasize,
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
No no, not between these thighs.
Oh, my Jamican brother, your revolution will not make you feel
boombastic,
And really fantastic,
And have you, groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in
plastic.
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french
vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate delux,
Or having Akinyele's dream, m-hmm a 6-foot blowjob machine m-hmm,
You want to subjugate your queen? uh-huh.
Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few bucks?
Please brother please he he.
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave,
And making me believe I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown.
Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed,
And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes?.
I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown,
You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown.
Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego.
We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense,
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense.
But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and
status To express what you feel.
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs.
Will not happen between these thighs.
Will not be you shaking and me *yawn* faking
Between these thighs.
Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real
revolution.
You know I'm talking about the revolution,
When it comes, it's gonna be real.
it's gonna be real.
it's gonna be real.
when it finally comes.
when it finally comes.
it's gonna be real, yeah yeah.
dj vadim feat-Sarah Jones-revolution
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