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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Barbarella
Songwriter
Carlton "Black Bones" Hitchcock
Songwriter
Eddie Berkeley
Songwriter
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
Robert L. Huggar
Songwriter
RL
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tommy Barbarella
Producer
Carlton "Black Bones" Hitchcock
Producer
Eddie Berkeley
Producer
KayGee
Producer
Lyrics
Welcome
Ya see, what we wanna talk about today
Is dimes that turn to pennies
Women that turn to bitches
Honeys that turn to hoes
I know y'all out there know exactly what I'm talkin' about
Somebody that'll take their welfare check
And go buy some weed, new outfit, do shit like that
Yo, fellas, help me sing
Come on
I used to see her at school
She always talked to the older dudes
The ones with nice clothes and all the shoes
(I guess I shoulda knew)
She grew up fast in a short time
Older body but her actions showed a young mind
I mean this girl was so fine
Whoa, who woulda known
Who would have known
She would have grown to become
(She's a)
Drug running, Jeep jumpin'
Club frontin', know nothing (Oh yeah)
Dick suckin', smoke something
Booster hustlin', dealer fuckin' (Damn, damn)
Warrant duckin', street lovin'
Six children, no husband
Beauty queen
(Who would've known, who would've known)
Drug running, Jeep jumpin'
Club frontin', know nothing
Dick suckin', smoke something
Booster hustlin', dealer fuckin'
Warrant duckin', street lovin'
Six children, no husband
Beauty queen
(I can't believe you, who would have known)
I'm away, my stay
You was treated like you was a supermodel
Had your little Gucci, Dolce & Gabanna and your Prada
Then you went and got yourself a no-good baby father (Ooh, you)
Started going down (Down), sleeping around (Around)
Look at you (Look at you) now (Now) now (Now)
Disrespecting yourself, giving it up, easy to touch
Ready to fuck, now they just callin' you slut, why, oh yeah yeah
Who would've known
She would have grown to become
Drug running, Jeep jumpin'
Club frontin', know nothing
Dick suckin', smoke something
Booster hustlin', dealer fuckin'
Warrant duckin', street lovin'
Six children, no husband
Beauty queen
(Oh, you are)
Drug running, Jeep jumpin'
Club frontin', know nothing
Dick suckin', smoke something
Booster hustlin', dealer fuckin'
Warrant duckin', street lovin'
Six children, no husband
Beauty queen
(I'm talking to my ghetto)
Ghetto beauty queen, how will you find a king
When you're searchin' for one thing, oh
(You know, you know)
Know you want the nicer things
Get a job and buy them things
(That's right)
Ain't like he got you a ring (Uh oh)
Close your legs, don't let him in between
Don't you know that you're a queen
(I'm talking to my ghetto queen)
Drug running, Jeep jumpin'
Club frontin', know nothing (Oh yeah)
Dick suckin', smoke something
Booster hustlin', dealer fuckin' (Oh oh oh yeah)
Warrant duckin', street thuggin'
Six children, no husband
Beauty queen
(You deserve to be so much better, baby)
Drug running, Jeep jumpin'
Club frontin', know nothing
Dick suckin', smoke something
Booster hustlin', dealer fuckin'
Warrant duckin', street thuggin'
Six children, no husband
Beauty queen
(Why, why, why, why, why, why, yeah)
Check this out now
Dru Hill said you're sleeping in their bed
Then the twins said you slept with Jagged Edge
112 said you gave them all head
Why girl, why, yeah
(I don't know what you're talking about)
Written by: Carlton "Black Bones" Hitchcock, Eddie Berkeley, Keir Lamont Gist, RL, Robert L. Huggar, Tommy Barbarella