[Intro: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
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(Peek a boo)
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This is the true story about a young lady I know
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(Peek a boo)
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A walkin' zombie, product of the system
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(Peek a boo)
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Now she's play a game by her own rules
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(Peek a boo)
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The peak a boo game
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[Verse 1]
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Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
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Pick up tips, while you cause some pain
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Hundred dollar bills, pot bellies on the prowl
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Pick up your shirt to work is fly but foul
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A nympho, I don't know but she can dance though
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Start the show her system says go
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Naked on the stage but lovin' the pay
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Peek a boo is the game, the pure never play
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[Chorus]
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(Peek a boo) The peep show
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(Peek a boo)
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(Peek a boo)
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(Peek a boo)
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[Verse 2]
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She's seventeen, but claims to be eighteen
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Boss on the tip in the back they do the wild thing
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Sayin' please won't get this sleaze to skease
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Goes this skease only G's for fees
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Only works late, downtown 1st and Pike
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Yours for the night, if the money's right
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She's a stripper, an Avenol sipper
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Down with the zipper, cause nobody wants to kiss her
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She's the peek a boo pro, yeah you know
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Sportin' high heels and swimsuits, dancin' at the strip show
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Used to have a real name now they call her Cocoa
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Cocoa went loco so they paid to see her solo
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Dancin' on the stage, crowd's a rage
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They fill up the garter belt to keep the girl paid
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It's a trip cause the girl's clockin' dollars with her hips
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Like a ape doin' flips for gratuity tips
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Such a shame she's lookin' up the deep throat fame
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A porno queen with a plastic name
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Hot black babes meet chocolate men
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That's the peek a boo game and you know the end
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[Chorus]
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(Peek a boo) [x4]
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[Verse 3]
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Girls, girls, girls flesh for sale
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But you ain't worried cause your pimp puts up the bail
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That's the game, table dancin' led to prostitution
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Payin' some punk to avoid prosecution
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Sleepin' with cops, chasin' jocks
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Twenty dollars a knock, now your smokin' the rock
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You started out topless, but tricks want the bottom
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Then the rock man got 'em
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Rolled you, sold you, then the punk told you
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Get on the strip, get me paid or I'm a fold you
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Your sellin' yourself, but you say your just a stripper
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Your mother's at home, alone, but you forget her
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Never mind, your contemplatin' a suicide
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Trippin' on black tar, trapped and you wanna hide
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Strippin', but they would get you through college
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Girl you know that whacked out game, ain't solid
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But you chose it, and you got stuck wit it
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Jump on a table for a dollar a minute
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Gamble with AIDS when you ramble
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But the Mobil's got your mind all scrambled
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Bandits, but the song just a canvas
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I paint a picture of life, cause some demand this
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From here to Japan, freak show for pay
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Peek a boo is the game your daughter just might play
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[Chorus]
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(Peek a boo) [x4]
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[Verse 4]
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Now your big time, lookin' up to Hoochieoni
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Your butt got bigger, your fingernails phony
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Dollars for dames it's a game full a sellouts
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I know your name, so I'm qualified to yell out
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Baby, seventeen wit a child
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Strippin' for perverts and drivin' 'em wild
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But there's a man in the back, red eyes and a hat
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He wants more than a dance, and a sit on the lap
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He wants you Cocoa, he's gone crazy
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He thinks pain is a pleasure for a lady
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Why? Because your dancin' like a bimbo
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Touchin' yourself, makin' love to a pencil
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He's hot, turned on, wants to beat your brains out
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And he'll pay if you let him just plain out
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Beat you, like your some kind a pet
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And yo wit it Cocoa, did you forget?
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There's a killer on the loose, nickname Green River
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Creative with the knife and a young girl's liver
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Elusive, smooth, never been spotted
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Lookin' for a girl with a Jones and you got it
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Cash, the root of your sin
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Opportunity knocked but you were never in
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But now it's over Cocoa, forever you will sleep
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it off, it all started when your father took a peek
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[Chorus]
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(Peek a boo) [x7]
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The (Peek-A-Boo) Game
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
