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(Peek-A-Boo) Game (Album Version)
Sir Mix-A-Lot
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This is a true story about a young lady I know
A walking zombie, product of the system
Now she plays a game by her own rules
The peekaboo game
Deceptive, her game is in the quick lane
Pick up tips while you cause some pain
Hundred dollar bills, pot bellies on the prowl
Pick up your shirt, the work is fly but foul
A nympho, I don't know, but she can dance though
Start the show, her system says go
Naked on the stage but loving the pay
Peekaboo is the game the pure never play
Peekaboo
The peep show
Peekaboo
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She's seventeen but claims to be eighteen
Boss on the tip, in the back they do the wild thing
Saying please won't get this sleaze to skeeze
'Cause this skeeze only G's for fees
Only works late, downtown first and pipe yours for the night
If the money's right
She's a stripper and having all sipper
Down with the zipper 'cause nobody wants to kiss her
She's a peekaboo pro, yeah you know
Sporting high heels and swimsuits, dancing at the strip show
Used to have a real name, now they call her Coco
Coco went loco so they pay to see her solo
Dancing on the stage, crowds are raged
They fill up the guard at birth to keep the girl paid
It's a trip 'cause the girl's clocking dollars with her hip
Like an ape doing flips for gratuity tips
Such a shame, she's looking up to deep throat fame
A porno queen with a plastic name
Hot black babes meet chocolate men
That's the peekaboo game and you know the end
Peekaboo
Peekaboo
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Girls, girls, girls, flesh for sale
But you ain't worried 'cause your pimp puts up the bail
That's the game, table dance led to prostitution
Paying some punk to avoid prosecution
Sleeping with cops, chasing jocks
Twenty dollars a knock, now you're smoking the rock
You started out topless but tricks want the bottom
Then the rock man got 'em
Rolled you, sold you, then the punk told you
Get on the strip, get me paid or I'ma fold you
You're selling yourself but you say you're just a stripper
Your mother's at home alone but you're for killer
Never mind, you're contemplating a suicide
Tripping on black tar, trapped and you wanna hide
Stripping, thought that would get you through college
Girl you know that whacked out game ain't solid
But you chose it and you got stuck with it
Jump on a table for a dollar a minute
Gamble, whip AIDS when you ramble
But the movies got your mind all scrambled
Ban this, but the song's just a canvas
I paint a picture of life 'cause some demand this
From here to Japan, freak show for pay
Peekaboo is the game your daughter just might play
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Peekaboo
Now you're big time, looking up to Guccioni
Your butt got bigger, your fingernails phony
Dollars for dames, it's a game full of sellouts
I know your name so I'm qualified to yell out
Baby, seventeen with a child
Stripping for perverts and driving 'em wild
But there's a man in the back, red eyes and a hat
He wants more than a dance and a sit on the lap
He wants you, Coco, he's gone crazy
He thinks pain is a pleasure for a lady
Why? Because you're dancing like a bimbo
Touching yourself, making love to a pencil
He's hot, turned on, wants to beat your brains out
And he'll pay if you let him dish pain out
Beat you like you're some kind of pet
And you're with it Coco, did you forget?
There's a killer on the loose nicknamed Green River
Creative with a knife and a young girl's liver
Elusive, smooth, never been spotted
Looking for a girl with a jones and you got it
Cash, the root of your sin
Opportunity knocked but you were never in
But now it's over, Coco, forever you'll sleep
It all started when your father took a peek
Peekaboo
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