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Sir Mix-A-Lot

The (Peek-A-Boo) Game

 

The (Peek-A-Boo) Game

(album: Seminar - 1989)


[Intro: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walking zombie, product of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game

[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up tips, while you cause some pain
Hundred dollar bills, pot bellies on the prowl
Pick up your shirt to 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
Peek a boo is the game, the pure never play

[Chorus]
(Peek a boo) The peep show
(Peek a boo)
(Peek a boo)
(Peek a boo)

[Verse 2]
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 skease
Goes this skease only G's for fees
Only works late, downtown 1st and Pike
Yours for the night, if the money's right
She's a stripper, an Avenol sipper
Down with the zipper, cause nobody wants to kiss her
She's the peek a boo pro, yeah you know
Sporting high heels and swimsuits, dancing at the strip show
Used to have a real name now they call her Cocoa
Cocoa went loco so they paid to see her solo
Dancing on the stage, crowd's a rage
They fill up the garter belt to keep the girl paid
It's a trip cause the girl's clocking dollars with her hips
Like a ape doing flips for gratuity tips
Such a shame she's looking up the deep throat fame
A porno queen with a plastic name
Hot black babes meet chocolate men
That's the peek a boo game and you know the end

[Chorus]
(Peek a boo) [x4]

[Verse 3]
Girls, girls, girls flesh for sale
But you ain't worried cause your pimp puts up the bail
That's the game, table dancing led to prostitution
Paying some punk to avoid prosecution
Sleeping with cops, chasing jocks
Twenty dollars a knock, now your 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'm a fold you
Your selling yourself, but you say your just a stripper
Your mother's at home, alone, but you forget her
Never mind, your contemplating a suicide
Tripping on black tar, trapped and you wanna hide
Stripping, but they would get you through college
Girl you know that whacked out game, ain't solid
But you chose it, and you got stuck wit it
Jump on a table for a dollar a minute
Gamble with AIDS when you ramble
But the Mobil's got your mind all scrambled
Bandits, but the song just a canvas
I paint a picture of life, cause some demand this
From here to Japan, freak show for pay
Peek a boo is the game your daughter just might play

[Chorus]
(Peek a boo) [x4]

[Verse 4]
Now your big time, looking up to Hoochieoni
Your butt got bigger, your fingernails phony
Dollars for dames it's a game full a sellouts
I know your name, so I'm qualified to yell out
Baby, seventeen wit 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 Cocoa, he's gone crazy
He thinks pain is a pleasure for a lady
Why? Because your 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 just plain out
Beat you, like your some kind a pet
And yo wit it Cocoa, did you forget?
There's a killer on the loose, nickname Green River
Creative with the 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 Cocoa, forever you will sleep
it off, it all started when your father took a peek

[Chorus]
(Peek a boo) [x7]

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