She's On It

She's On It Lyrics

There's no confusion in her conclusion
She wants to waste my time and that's no delusion
Her final decision is perfection and precision
She's grade A class - number one in her division
(chorus) She's on it
She acts like a nag - I don't know how it started
Even when I'm chillin' - she acts retarded
It's gets annoying - so high on the tip
If a pirate had a Def Jam shirt - she'd be hard on his tip
(repeat chorus)
Cold chillin' in the spot - and she won't stop
She'll do what's best just to reach the top
She studies real hard - all night she'll cram
In school she majors in advanced Def Jam
(repeat chorus)
Her bedroom eyes - they start to twitch
But she won't front cause she's got that itch
She'd drop to her knees if I'd only say please
Instead of counting sheep - cold counting Beasties
(repeat chorus)
Lyrics by The King
Music by R. Rubin
C 1986 by Def Jam Music Inc. (ASCAP)/Brooklyn Dust Music (ASCAP) rights
Reserved