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Fancy girls on Long Beach BoulevardFlagging down all of these flashy carsAnd Lord knows she's beautifulLord knows the usuals, leaving her body soreShe take the little change she make to fix her nail cuticlesLipstick is suitable to make you fiend for moreShe play Mr. Shakur, that's her favorite rapperBumping "Brenda's Got a Baby" while a pervert yelling at herAnd she capture features of a woman, but only 17The 7 cars start honking, she start running like Flo-JoDon't care if they Joe BlowIf they got money to blow a blow job is a sure goAnd sure enough don't see a dime of dirty dollarsShe give all to her daddy but she don't know her father, that's ironicSee a block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parkedIn her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it whereNothing really matters, so she hit the back seatRosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meetFancy girls on Long Beach BoulevardFlagging down all of these flashy carsAnd Lord knows she's beautifulLord knows the usuals, leaving a body soreHer anatomy is God's templeLetras de cancionesAnd it's quite simple, her castle is 'bout to be destroyedShe's always paranoid, watching the law inside the streetsUndercovers the dummies that look like decoysRemember the sergeant let her slide, said if he seenWhat's between her thighs he'd compromise, to no surpriseShe took the ultimatum 'round the alleyway and gave himA warm welcome that filled him right below the navelThough he was wired up like a pair of jumping cablesHis eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived 'emIt was a block away from Lueders Park, I seen a squad car parkedAnd in her heart, she hate it there but in her mind, she made it whereNothing really matters, so she hit the back seatCause Rosa Parks never a factor when she topping off policeFancy girls on Long Beach BoulevardFlagging down all of these flashy carsAnd Lord knows she's beautifulLord knows the usuals, leaving a body soreAs she bust down like a 12 bunk on tourShe suddenly realized, she'll never escape the allureOf a black man, white man, needing satisfactionAt first, it became a practice, but now she's numb to itSometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do itBut she never heard of Catholic religion or sinners' redemptionThat sounds foolish, and you can blame it on her motherFor letting her boyfriend slide candy under her coverTen months before she was ten he moved in and that's when he touched herThis mothafucka is the fucking reason why Keisha rushing through thatBlock away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parkAnd in her heart she hate it there but in her mind, she made it whereNothing really matters, still she hit the back seatAnd caught a knife inside the bladder, left for dead, raped in the streetKeisha's songMy little sister eleven, I looked her right in the faceThe day that I wrote this song, set her down and pressed playFancy girls on Long Beach BoulevardFlagging down all of these flashy cars From Letras Mania