Sharp brown-skin I can always be found in, that dirty South Chicks say I'm expanded, I go all out
I'm the one wit the crushed out tank I'm the one who makin' young girls faint
Little soldiers need love Little kisses and hugs Come get wit these thugs
Four months past We still pitchin' letters in class I'm bugs your babes bunny, you always makin' me laugh
How did our eyes get so red, and what the hell is on Joey's head.
You call and ask from time to time, To make sure we're alive
She's had a couple of kids since then, I haven't seen her since god knows when! Oh oh oh... Oh God I!