Yeah Funky! Uh Yeah Yo, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs Dressed to kill, her physique is ill Her face belongs on a dollar bill Her boyfriend's down with the M-O-be Driving around in a 300e Trunk jewelry and all that Talking bout, "My man can't fall black!" Sipping on cham', diamonds on her hand Taking cash, carrying drugs for her man Driving around in a kitted up Jetta Under the seat a automatic Beretta You know, the whole blase blah of rap Telling brothers they need to get off the bra-strap That's the type of girl she is Word to Miz, she got the Full length blue fox, knock you out the box Big rocks, this girl is hype Hobbes The type of girl that cold did son wrong She got the face that you want to spend money on Her man be smacking her up Yeah, backing her up To the wall, get undressed, where you going? You ain't playing me out with that hoeing Look in the mirror, check the jewels Silly rabbit, you know the rules But he had to leave on another deal So she's out there with sex appeal It's the weekend, time for freaking, she's sneaking Outside, telling her home girls, we can Do the do, with who-ever we want to Cause we're the fly girl crew Not knowing her man messed up the money Riding around, thinking everything's funny Went in a disco, came outside Somebody pushed her in a beat up ride She had to pay for her man's mistakes They shot her in the head That's the breaks
Written by: PHILPOT, SMITH
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