[Hook]
Fancy girls on Long Beach Blvd
Flagging down all of these
Flashy cars

[Verse 1]
And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals
Leaving a 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 Baby"
While a pervert yelling at her
And he capture features of a woman
But only 17, the 7 cars start honkin'
She [bad word] like FLo-Jo
Don't care if they Joe Blow
If they got money to blow a [bad word] is a sure go
And sure enough don't see a dime of dirty dollars
She give all to her daddy but she don't know her father, that's ironic
See a block away from Ludis 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

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
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 undercover the dummies that look like decoys
Remember the sergeant let her slide, said if he seen
What's between her thighs [bad word]  to no surprise
She took the ultimatum around the alleyway and gave him
warm [bad word] 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 Ludis 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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 [bad word] is the [bad word] reason why [bad word] through that
Block away from Ludis 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 tight in the face
The day that I wrote this song, set her down and pressed play

[Hook]