by N/A This is my rap song 1-2-3-4 I get really sick and tired of boys up in my face Pick-up lines like, what's your sign? won't get you anyplace When me and all my girls go walking down the street, seems we can't go anywhere without a car that goes beep-beep Cause this body is a priceless piece of lovin' unconditionally, yes So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are? You was thinkin' you's gon' git it for free? CHORUS: Hey ladies (Yeah?) Let 'em know it ain't easy R-E-S-P-E-C-T Let's come together Sistas (Yeah?) It's time to be greedy Nothin' good comes for free Mirror, mirror on the wall Damn, I sure look fine I can't blame those horny boys I would make me mine When I pass you in a club "Ooh la la," you gasp Back up boy, I ain't your toy, or you piece of ass Cause this body is a priceless piece of lovin' unconditionally, yes So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are? You was thinkin' you's gon' git it for free? CHORUS No jealousy, no envy, girls Come on, let's work it out No freebies in the limousine That's not what it's about Let him know there's work to do Give it up, he won't call you Respect is just a minimum Go on girl, and get you some 1-2-3-4 CHORUS Come on girls, let's work it out Let's come together Let's show 'em what it's all about Let's come together Come on girls, let's work it out Let's come together You gotta let 'em know that it ain't easy street, no