"Tell me come jiggy, I'll rock kicks and swishies
Copping Moet with two counterfeit fifties....WHAT?!"
- Rah Digga from Flipmode Squad's "We Gotcha Opin (Part Two)"
Fellas, at the low cost of your hearts and minds
The realest women you could meet are what you'll start to find
They're natural queens who hold it down when the cash is lean
Practical tactical geniuses; the Broke Baller-ina$.
See, most fellas garner chip$ and baller whip$
In pursuit of trophy flossy chicks who play hard-to-get
But give me a thrift shop queen in flip flops and jeans
Who's at peace whether she's got lottery dreams or lots of cream.
She's been there since slavery when conditions were real foul
Turning the worst parts of the pig into the best meals around
And now in modern-day ghettos, cities, villes, and towns
You'll find these queens without thrones or crowns are still around.
She sees nothing wrong with taking doggy bags out of restaurants
And instead of messing with credit cards, she'll MAKE the dress she
wants
Not to knock the "hot girls" with the Prada and pearls
But I'm more concerned with the head on your shoulders
Than with your bread or your boulders.
I'm no longer just a slave to a pretty face and a skinny waist
And she can have expensive tastes long as she knows how to penny-save
But I need a frugal female who looks out for our money
Not a mountain of gluttony who's a fountain of currency.
And having money is hot stuff, truly
But money in and of itself really is not much to Droopy
All I need is a groovy trustworthy cutie
So we could cuddle under covers watching Blockbuster movies.
And the best combination you could dream of, fellas
Is when Broke Baller and Broke Baller-ina get together
Picture my lady and Drew bumping the Baby Namboos
Eating cafeteria food, planning vacations in Cancun
Which may be a ways away yet, but safe bet
When we get there, I'll still dig her like the day we met
Because we paid Broke Dues together
At Oodles of Noodles together
Went through everything a couple could go through together.
So even when I blow up and get my Nav
She'll know never to define me by the shit I have
Because that wasn't what initially attracted her interest
Because I didn't even have it like that in the beginning.
I want a queen who I can blow up with
Grow up with
Come home from the club sick and throw up with
So as I'm strengthened by her passionate affection
I can make moves in pursuit of ca$h
while knowing that the ca$h is SECOND
Because I'll know it's really Drew who she was glad to mess with
Even when I couldn't afford bling ring$ and platinum necklace$
That's the queen I'll say "I do" to at my wedding
And whose name I'll put under "spouse" when it's time for tax
collection.
And I won't need a pre- or post-nup for financial hoarding
'Cause she'll never play me like Juanita played Michael Jordan
Never snatching up half my dime$ as if she wrote half my rhymes
She'll have her own shit and never plan to gaffle mine$.
So a Broke Baller-ina is the gal I fiend for
And when I meet her, just like the Roots, "I shall proceed" ta
Politick with Her Bombness, and the greatest of riches
Will be my making this right-on-the-money Mi$$ my "Mrs."...
Ya dig it?
© 2002, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.