| Song | Sistuh |
| Artist | Poor Righteous Teachers |
| Album | New World Order |
| 作词 : Grimes, Phillips | |
| Sista, you've been on my mind. | |
| Sista, we're two of a kind. | |
| Sista, I'm keeping my eyes on you... | |
| Sista. Black girl, how you living? | |
| Niggaz say you trippin'. They talk about how you're bitching | |
| Some feel, you're out to get them, and you're wicked as shit | |
| They say your actions make you deserve to be treated like a bitch | |
| But, as the sun can make the Earth travel at magnificent speeds | |
| I can make these sistas stop and revolve around me | |
| See, I'm your D to the O to the D to the P to the R: your teacher | |
| I'll turn the savagest sista, into Shakilah | |
| I leave no room for imperfection. I'm as god as god gets | |
| I love your hair when it's nappy. Your lips when they thick | |
| Manipulate that excess fume. Lubricate you at the womb | |
| Girl, you could've been my earth, but you chose to be his moon | |
| Why of course. I like scorts and the daisy duke shorts | |
| But "Word is Life." The gods are righteous | |
| You should've been rocking three-quarters | |
| It seems the bigger your breast, the tighter the shirt | |
| And the larger your behind, the smaller the skirts | |
| I never wanted to be pointing out the wrong within you | |
| But I see room for correction in some things that you do | |
| You telling me, "All men are dogs," and we ain't about shit | |
| So when a fool call you "bitch," you insist on flip | |
| But what really fucked me up is when I saw you that day | |
| Your girlfriend called you a bitch and it was peace and okay | |
| Sista, your situation ethics never did mean jack | |
| And I know for a fact, you can't explain that | |
| I give a shout out, to all the full time queens: | |
| Anti-bitch around the clock, who know what black woman means | |
| Ain't trying to paint no evil picture | |
| I'm trying to get with ya | |
| Your righteous people miss ya: | |
| Black sista | |
| [Chorus: Sung by a woman. From "The Color Purple."] | |
| Sista, you've been on my mind. | |
| Sista, we're two of a kind. | |
| Sista, I'm keeping my eyes on you. | |
| Brother. Black man, how you living? | |
| Sistas say we trippin'. They talk about how we're slipping | |
| They feel we out to get them, and we know that it's wrong | |
| They say our actions make us deserve to be treated like we're dogs | |
| But as the sun can maintain and provide for the earth | |
| The black man can fat her, and not bounce at the birth | |
| See, she's your Q to the U to the E to the EN: your sista | |
| Some brothers often diss her. Impregnate n' not be with her | |
| See brother, you can draw her up | |
| Make her as earth as earth as earth gets | |
| But it takes a god of a black man to plant and grow this | |
| But you manipulate her brain. Throw her on that transit train | |
| Trafficking your crack cocaine. You niggaz is insane | |
| I'll tell you plain and simple. As long as Sha got instrumentals | |
| I can brush this off you mental: from here to infinite | |
| She's a hooker. She's a slut. A mother fucking hood rat | |
| But you telling her for the sex, she's a queen and all of that? | |
| Man, I cram to understand . God damn. I swear to the Vilan | |
| This shit gets out of hand. Must be worth 50 grand | |
| I'm not trying to paint no evil picture | |
| I'm trying to get with ya | |
| Your righteous people miss ya: | |
| Black sista | |
| [Chorus: Sung by a woman] | |
| Sista, you've been on my mind. | |
| Sista, we're two of a kind. | |
| Sista, I'm keeping my eyes on you |
| zuò cí : Grimes, Phillips | |
| Sista, you' ve been on my mind. | |
| Sista, we' re two of a kind. | |
| Sista, I' m keeping my eyes on you... | |
| Sista. Black girl, how you living? | |
| Niggaz say you trippin'. They talk about how you' re bitching | |
| Some feel, you' re out to get them, and you' re wicked as shit | |
| They say your actions make you deserve to be treated like a bitch | |
| But, as the sun can make the Earth travel at magnificent speeds | |
| I can make these sistas stop and revolve around me | |
| See, I' m your D to the O to the D to the P to the R: your teacher | |
| I' ll turn the savagest sista, into Shakilah | |
| I leave no room for imperfection. I' m as god as god gets | |
| I love your hair when it' s nappy. Your lips when they thick | |
| Manipulate that excess fume. Lubricate you at the womb | |
| Girl, you could' ve been my earth, but you chose to be his moon | |
| Why of course. I like scorts and the daisy duke shorts | |
| But " Word is Life." The gods are righteous | |
| You should' ve been rocking threequarters | |
| It seems the bigger your breast, the tighter the shirt | |
| And the larger your behind, the smaller the skirts | |
| I never wanted to be pointing out the wrong within you | |
| But I see room for correction in some things that you do | |
| You telling me, " All men are dogs," and we ain' t about shit | |
| So when a fool call you " bitch," you insist on flip | |
| But what really fucked me up is when I saw you that day | |
| Your girlfriend called you a bitch and it was peace and okay | |
| Sista, your situation ethics never did mean jack | |
| And I know for a fact, you can' t explain that | |
| I give a shout out, to all the full time queens: | |
| Antibitch around the clock, who know what black woman means | |
| Ain' t trying to paint no evil picture | |
| I' m trying to get with ya | |
| Your righteous people miss ya: | |
| Black sista | |
| Chorus: Sung by a woman. From " The Color Purple." | |
| Sista, you' ve been on my mind. | |
| Sista, we' re two of a kind. | |
| Sista, I' m keeping my eyes on you. | |
| Brother. Black man, how you living? | |
| Sistas say we trippin'. They talk about how we' re slipping | |
| They feel we out to get them, and we know that it' s wrong | |
| They say our actions make us deserve to be treated like we' re dogs | |
| But as the sun can maintain and provide for the earth | |
| The black man can fat her, and not bounce at the birth | |
| See, she' s your Q to the U to the E to the EN: your sista | |
| Some brothers often diss her. Impregnate n' not be with her | |
| See brother, you can draw her up | |
| Make her as earth as earth as earth gets | |
| But it takes a god of a black man to plant and grow this | |
| But you manipulate her brain. Throw her on that transit train | |
| Trafficking your crack cocaine. You niggaz is insane | |
| I' ll tell you plain and simple. As long as Sha got instrumentals | |
| I can brush this off you mental: from here to infinite | |
| She' s a hooker. She' s a slut. A mother fucking hood rat | |
| But you telling her for the sex, she' s a queen and all of that? | |
| Man, I cram to understand . God damn. I swear to the Vilan | |
| This shit gets out of hand. Must be worth 50 grand | |
| I' m not trying to paint no evil picture | |
| I' m trying to get with ya | |
| Your righteous people miss ya: | |
| Black sista | |
| Chorus: Sung by a woman | |
| Sista, you' ve been on my mind. | |
| Sista, we' re two of a kind. | |
| Sista, I' m keeping my eyes on you |