You are
a time machine girl,
girl you talk too much
You are a time machine girl,
baby got a touch
You are a time machine girl,
couldn't make the switch
You are a time machine girl, definition
She used to live in the ghetto,
now she got a little dough
So she wanna play high post,
flossin' on the coast, yeah
Learned how to sing in the church
Got a little record deal poppin',
now she puttin' in work
We used to kick it back at high school
Walkin' round
Roosevelt, livin' like straight food
But now
Miss
Thang is a star
Rollin' round
Bellevue, fakin' in a brand new car
Nothin' like the homegirl we know
Tryin' to be the rich bitch,
sippin' on a cup of cappuccino
Trippin' cause she got a little contract
Now she got a bleach -blind weave
and a set of blue con tacts
I don't blame it on the money,
I'mma blame it on you
Cause your family's sittin' on broke, boo
Two shades darker than me
But you wanna be lighter than me
Thomasina wants her skin bleached
You wanna, wanna be wild
Girl, you talk too much
Sell out
You wanna, wanna be wild
Baby, try to touch
Wanna be
You wanna, wanna be wild
Couldn't let the game
Can't be somethin' you ain't,
You wanna, wanna be wild
DEFINITION
You know the female entertainers
I'm talkin' bout
Rollin' round
Beverly
Hills with they asses out
Her first name used to be
Shaniqua
Now she claims
Heather when you call
her on the beep -bop
She ain't got no more slang
And if her brother like grits,
then her brother can't hang
Don't even think about beans and rice
Cause ever since she made the switch,
baby don't eat spice
And she don't like rap,
but she'll use it
Callin' hip -hop straight
jungle bunny music
Steadily complainin'
bout her rump size
Tummy tuck, butt tuck,
now she's tryin' to get the skinny thighs
She's a queen of the liposuction
Her titties come complete
with instructions
Her lips used to have the juice
Till she got them reduced
And look at what
Dr.
Giggles produced
A 6 ,000 pinch nose job
Lookin' hella dumb, grill sittin' on live
Got both nostrils pressed to your face
Now you're singin' like you
got the flu noseplugged
You are chamoisthema,
girl you fuck too much
You are chamoisthema, baby not a touch
You are chamoisthema,
couldn't make the switch
You are chamoisthema, definition
Take me to the dancefloor
No khakis and goatees accepted
She might date a sellout, but everything else
gets rejected
Sittin' in the crib, lattes and bagels
All the house artworks by
Nagel
Aunt
Thomasina wants to meet an
Uncle
Tom
And have a little
Tommy boy and she can be the mom
And how does
Aunt
Tomasina kick it?
Standing in the line with
Barry
Manilow tickets
She likes to play a little
Tom
Jones
Take a little strice and inflate with the
CEOs
Ladies in the biz, have you seen her?
The epitome of sellout, the
Aunt
Tomasina
You want
Aunt
Tomasina?
Girl, you've got too much
You want
Aunt
Tomasina?
Baby's out of touch
You want
Aunt
Tomasina?
Couldn't wrap the twist
You are chamoisthema, definition
You are chamoisthema
You are chamoisthema
You are chamoisthema
You are chamoisthema,
definition
Yeah, look at you baby
Sittin' in the mirror,
straightin' out that blind weed
The last
Jake that tried to be what he wasn't almost went to jail,
if you know what I'm talkin' about
Sellout
I can see your new growth, baby
Sir Mix-a-lot 
