Fast Peg Lyrics - Ll Cool J

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