Yeah   Funky! Uh   Yeah      Yo, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg   A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs   Dressed to kill, her 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 cash, carryin drugs for her man   Drivin around in a kitted up Jetta   Under the seat a automatic beretta   You know, the whole blase blah of rap   Tellin brothers they need to get off the brastrap   That's the type of girl she is   Word to Miz, she got the   Full length blue fox, knock you out the box   Big rocks, this 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   Yeah, backin her up   To the wall, get undressed, where you goin?   You ain't playin me out with that hoein   Look in the mirror, check the jewels   Silly rabbit, you know the rules   But he had to leave on another deal   So she's out there with sex appeal   It's the weekend, time for freakin, she's sneakin   Outside, tellin her homegirls, we can   Do the do, with who-ever we want to   Cause we're the fly girl crew   Not knowin her man messed up the money   Ridin around, thinkin everything's funny   Went in a disco, came 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