She got that mocha chino baby on the back of the busnIf you close your eyes and listen she would be one of usnNever did trust, her family at homenSo she kicked it in the hoodnRaised herself on her ownnShe talked with that tone but she white to the bonenYou would swear she was black if you spoke on the phonenSome say it's overblown but she don't give a damnnAll the black girls think that she want they mannBut it's not your fault they attracted to younThat you blessed and you got as much back as you donMost white boys say that you way too thicknAnd some brothas might say you the number one picknYou say GIRRRL!, roll ya eyes, twist ya necknBut it comes from the soulnYou don't mean no disrespectnAnd even when they check you, you just keep it movinnCuz in your heart you feel you ain't got nothin to be provinnChorus:nWhether Chocolate or VanillanOr ya somewhere in betweennLike cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queennRejected by the black, not accepted by the white worldnAnd this is dedicated to the dark skin white girlsnWhether Chocolate or VanillanOr ya somewhere in betweennLike cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queennRejected by the black, not accepted by the white worldnAnd this is dedicated to the dark skin white girlsnNow she like The Smiths, The Cure, really into MorrisseynHeavy into rock, never fooled with the JodecinNotice she was never really welcomed by the othersnHard to find a date when it was only 10 brothasnIn the whole damn schoolnAnd they thought she was weirdnCuz she wore her hair different and she never joined cheernCarmelancholy dolly with the polywanna syndromenWhite stepfather, black daddy never been homenWent on the choir, she could hear her mom saynLook at how she walks, why she talk that way?nBut girl it's okaynYa black is beautifulnNo matter how you dressnOr what you think you likenForget what they say, you doin it rightnNo more grabbin on ya pillow as you cry through the nightnStand strong, hold ya ground at any costnAnd know that everyone who tries to put you down is lostnChorusnNow half and half of mixed girlsnI know what the battle benEverytime you go out it's whats your nationality?nEverybody always wanna dig up in ya backgroundnYou don't look... now how does that sound?nI couldn't tell you were... oh is that right?nDo you take it as a compliment or start up a fight?nVenezualan and Indian, Rican and DominicannJapanese or Portuguese, Quarter of BraziliannWhite and Korean, Black and PinaynWe'll find out laternIt don't matter, ya flynIt don't really matter to most of us guysnWe just need an excuse to get close or say hinI know they call you stuck up,nYa think you're too prettynSpread rumors about you all throughout the citynSo much attention, so many hatasnBut don't be bitter, you'll be better for it laternChorus