Testi musica canzoni

Hey baby

I don't want to be kind of direct, but

I like

I think I like that's your hair

If it is your hair

I don't want to sound kind of different, but

Are you bald-headed?

Yeah I like the way you got a lot of that stuff
off the horse

And added to your dimension

To fool a lot of brothers out there

Chorus: x2

Bald-headed girl

Bald-headed girl

Bald-headed girl

For me

Verse one:

There are nine million girls with weaves

With bald heads, braids get sweaty in nine months

Punks start stinking

Activator becomes the lazy way

Face like alligator, acne pimples, vagina cream

Girl cover your dream

Look at maxi pads

On special I seein

Affection, bootyclappin

Left yall tailwaggin

Like cats in heats

Rubbing against my knees

I smell fleas

Plucking roaches of your thongs

Yall got the nerve to walk around naked playing a
Job B song

Six months pregnant and the baby you don't know
who's the father

Why bother

It could be Bill Cosby or Kevin Johnson

You just came out the hotel

With Shawn Kemp and Magic Johnson

With ashy kneecaps

Your dress showing your butt crack

With no home training

You can't match the high class off doctor dooom

You act more fake than Pamela Anderson

Getting rebuilt by Oscar Goldman

With contact lenses

Run with imbeciles who leasse benzes

You valet park athletes cars

Buying blond wigs from K-mart



Chorus: x4

Verse two:

Fierce animal with horsehair down her back

With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring

Out the Cracker Jack box

Even though her private parts smell like an ox

Open a window

Fly rooms at the Hyatt don't smell like this

Air condition can't fight the fish

Doctor Dooom pulling out Vanilla Wizard

Spraying the hairstyle worn by the exotic lizard

Who are you miss

Trying to be a material analyst

Liposuction refraction

You can't afford a pack of hair like Toni Braxton


It's a must

Doctor Dooom lost your trust

The beauty parlor souped you up

You start riding the bus

Always in a fly ride

You just a bald-headed loser

And I bet you ten packs of human hair the Yankees
ain't losing

Pinstripes'll penetrate your buttwipes

Y'all know the deal

Scratching your crutch by the hamburger grill

Wash your hands girl

Shampoo the feces out your classy curl

Chorus: x4

Verse three:

You got your wig on

At the front line of the guestlist

You a spectacular model

Wearing turtleneck and Mohvada watch

Using a airtight full back panties is a turn off

Why don't you wipe the worms off

And all the germs off

With rubbing alcohol

I'm in the back of y'all

Looking at the naps under your hair weave

Standing next to your man Steve

He don't believe

You got a process that ain't the best

With hair growing around your chins and chest

Bumps on your neck

Girl, you need to get some stuff from gillete

Shaving cream, clippers, vinegar, soap, shampoo
it's all for you bu

Watch the oil, hair drop all over the sink man

Sew that weave in man that stuff gon' start to
stink

Girl get your hair off my sink

Chorus: x4

It's the bald-head 2000