LL Cool J - Fast Peg Lyrics
[ll cool j]YeahFunky! uhYeahYo, let me tell you bout a girl named pegA d.c. haircut and stewardess legsDressed to kill, her physique is illHer face belongs on a dollar billHer boyfriends down with the m-o-bDrivin around in a 300eTrunk jewelry and all thatTalkin bout, my man cant fall black!Sippin on cham, diamonds on her handTakin cash, carryin drugs for her manDrivin around in a kitted up jettaUnder the seat a automatic berettaYou know, the whole blase blah of rapTellin brothers they need to get off the brastrapThats the type of girl she isWord to miz, she got theFull length blue fox, knock you out the boxBig rocks, this girl is hype hobbesThe type of girl that cold did son wrongShe got the face that you wanna spend money onHer man be smackin her upYeah, backin her upTo the wall, get undressed, where you goin?You aint playin me out with that hoeinLook in the mirror, check the jewelsSilly rabbit, you know the rulesBut he had to leave on another dealSo shes out there with sex appealIts the weekend, time for freakin, shes sneakinOutside, tellin her homegirls, we canDo the do, with who-ever we want toCause were the fly girl crewNot knowin her man messed up the moneyRidin around, thinkin everythings funnyWent in a disco, came outsideSomebody pushed her in a beat up rideShe had to pay for her mans mistakesThey shot her in the headThats the breaks
