Fancy girls
On Long Beach Blvd

Flagging down
All of these flashy cars



And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals

Leaving her body sore
She take the little change she make
To fix her nail cuticles, lipstick is suitable

To make you fiend for more
She play Mr. Shakur
That's her favorite rapper

Bumping "Brenda's Got A Baby"
While a pervert yelling at her
And she capture features of a woman

But only 17 and 7 cars start honkin'
She start running like FLo-Jo
Don't care if they Joe Blow

If they got money to blow a !@*! is a sure go
And sure enough don't see a dime of dirty dollars
She givin' all to her daddy but she don't know her father, that's ironic

See a block away from Lueders park, I seen the El Camino parked
In her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where
Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet





And Lord knows she's beautiful

Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore
Her anatomy is God's temple, and it's quite simple
Her castle is about to be destroyed, she's always paranoid

Watching the law inside the streets undercovers the dummies that look like decoys
Remember, sergeant let her slide, said if he seen
What's between her thighs he'd compromise, to no surprise





She took the ultimatum around the alleyway and gave him
A warm welcome to fill him right below the navel
Though he was wired up like a pair of jumping cables

His eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived em
It was a block away from Lueders Park, I seen a squad car parked
And in her heart, she hate it there but in her mind, she made it where

Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
Cause Rosa Parks never a factor when she topping off police






And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore
As she bust down like a 12 bunk on tour

She suddenly realized she'll never escape the allure
Of the black man, white man, needed satisfaction, at first
It became a practice, but now she's numb to it

Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it
But she never heard of Catholic religion or sinners' redemption
That sounds foolish, and you can blame it on her mother

For letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover
Ten months before she was ten he moved in and that's when he touched her
This muthaf-cka is the f-cking reason why Keisha rushing through that

Block away from Lueders park, I seen a El Camino park
And in her heart she hate it there but in her mind, she made it where
Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

And caught a knife inside the bladder, left her dead, raped in the street

Keisha's song


My little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face
The day that I wrote this song, set her down and pressed play