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Hey baby
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I don't want to be kind of direct, but
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I like
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I think I like that's your hair
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If it is your hair
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I don't want to sound kind of different, but
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Are you bald-headed?
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Yeah I like the way you got a lot of that stuff off the horse
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And added to your dimension
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To fool a lot of brothers out there
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Chorus: x2
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Bald-headed girl
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Bald-headed girl
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Bald-headed girl
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For me
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Verse one:
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There are nine million girls with weaves
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With bald heads, braids get sweaty in nine months
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Punks start stinking
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Activator becomes the lazy way
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Face like alligator, acne pimples, vagina cream
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Girl cover your dream
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Look at maxi pads
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On special I seein
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Affection, bootyclappin
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Left yall tailwaggin
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Like cats in heats
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Rubbing against my knees
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I smell fleas
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Plucking roaches of your thongs
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Yall got the nerve to walk around naked playing a Job B song
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Six months pregnant and the baby you don't know who's the father
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Why bother
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It could be Bill Cosby or Kevin Johnson
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You just came out the hotel
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With Shawn Kemp and Magic Johnson
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With ashy kneecaps
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Your dress showing your butt crack
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With no home training
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You can't match the high class off doctor dooom
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You act more fake than Pamela Anderson
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Getting rebuilt by Oscar Goldman
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With contact lenses
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Run with imbeciles who leasse benzes
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You valet park athletes cars
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Buying blond wigs from K-mart
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Chorus: x4
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Verse two:
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Fierce animal with horsehair down her back
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With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring
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Out the Cracker Jack box
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Even though her private parts smell like an ox
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Open a window
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Fly rooms at the Hyatt don't smell like this
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Air condition can't fight the fish
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Doctor Dooom pulling out Vanilla Wizard
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Spraying the hairstyle worn by the exotic lizard
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Who are you miss
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Trying to be a material analyst
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Liposuction refraction
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You can't afford a pack of hair like Toni Braxton
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It's a must
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Doctor Dooom lost your trust
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The beauty parlor souped you up
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You start riding the bus
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Always in a fly ride
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You just a bald-headed loser
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And I bet you ten packs of human hair the Yankees ain't losing
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Pinstripes'll penetrate your buttwipes
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Y'all know the deal
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Scratching your crutch by the hamburger grill
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Wash your hands girl
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Shampoo the feces out your classy curl
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Chorus: x4
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Verse three:
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You got your wig on
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At the front line of the guestlist
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You a spectacular model
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Wearing turtleneck and Mohvada watch
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Using a airtight full back panties is a turn off
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Why don't you wipe the worms off
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And all the germs off
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With rubbing alcohol
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I'm in the back of y'all
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Looking at the naps under your hair weave
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Standing next to your man Steve
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He don't believe
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You got a process that ain't the best
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With hair growing around your chins and chest
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Bumps on your neck
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Girl, you need to get some stuff from gillete
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Shaving cream, clippers, vinegar, soap, shampoo it's all for you bu
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Watch the oil, hair drop all over the sink man
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Sew that weave in man that stuff gon' start to stink
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Girl get your hair off my sink
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Chorus: x4
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It's the bald-head 2000
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Bald-Headed Girl
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| Dr. Dooom |
