[ll cool j]

Yeah

Funky! uh

Yeah

Yolet me tell you bout a girl named peg

A d.c. haircut and stewardess legs

Dressed to killher physique is ill

Her face belongs on a dollar bill

Her boyfriend's down with the m-o-b

Drivin around in a 300e

Trunk jewelry and all that

Talkin bout"my man can't fall black!"

Sippin on cham'diamonds on her hand

Takin cashcarryin drugs for her man

Drivin around in a kitted up jetta

Under the seat a automatic beretta

You knowthe whole blase blah of rap

Tellin brothers they need to get off the brastrap

That's the type of girl she is

Word to mizshe got the

Full length blue foxknock you out the box

Big rocksthis girl is hype hobbes

The type of girl that cold did son wrong

She got the face that you wanna spend money on

Her man be smackin her up

Yeahbackin her up

To the wallget undressedwhere you goin? 

You ain't playin me out with that hoein

Look in the mirrorcheck the jewels

Silly rabbityou know the rules

But he had to leave on another deal

So she's out there with sex appeal

It's the weekendtime for freakinshe's sneakin

Outsidetellin her homegirlswe can

Do the dowith who-ever we want to

Cause we're the fly girl crew

Not knowin her man messed up the money

Ridin aroundthinkin everything's funny

Went in a discocame 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