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