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