[LL Cool J]
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Yeah
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Funky! Uh
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Yeah
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Yo, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg
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A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs
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Dressed to kill, her physique is ill
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Her face belongs on a dollar bill
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Her boyfriend's down with the M-O-B
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Drivin around in a 300e
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Trunk jewelry and all that
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Talkin bout, "My man can't fall black!"
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Sippin on cham', diamonds on her hand
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Takin cash, carryin drugs for her man
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Drivin around in a kitted up Jetta
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Under the seat a automatic beretta
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You know, the whole blase blah of rap
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Tellin brothers they need to get off the brastrap
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That's the type of girl she is
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Word to Miz, she got the
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full length blue fox, knock you out the box
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Big rocks, this girl is hype Hobbes
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The type of girl that cold did son wrong
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She got the face that you wanna spend money on
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Her man be smackin her up
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Yeah, backin her up
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to the wall, get undressed, where you goin?
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You ain't playin me out with that hoein
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Look in the mirror, check the jewels
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Silly rabbit, you know the rules
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But he had to leave on another deal
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So she's out there with sex appeal
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It's the weekend, time for freakin, she's sneakin
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outside, tellin her homegirls, we can
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do the do, with who-ever we want to
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cause we're the fly girl crew
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Not knowin her man messed up the money
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Ridin around, thinkin everything's funny
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Went in a disco, came outside
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Somebody pushed her in a beat up ride
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She had to pay for her man's mistakes
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They shot her in the head
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That's the breaks
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Fast Peg
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L.L. Cool J |