The (Peek-A-Boo) Game Lyrics
| Song | The (Peek-A-Boo) Game |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Seminar |
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| 作词 : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| (Peek a boo) | |
| This is the true story about a young lady I know | |
| (Peek a boo) | |
| A walkin' 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 lovin' the pay | |
| Peek a boo is the game, the pure never play | |
| [Hook] | |
| (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 | |
| Sayin' 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 | |
| Sportin' high heels and swimsuits, dancin' 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 | |
| Dancin' 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 clockin' dollars with her hips | |
| Like a ape doin' flips for gratuity tips | |
| Such a shame she's lookin' 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 | |
| [Hook] | |
| (Peek a boo) - 4X | |
| [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 dancin' led to prostitution | |
| Payin' some punk to avoid prosecution | |
| Sleepin' with cops, chasin' jocks | |
| Twenty dollars a knock, now your smokin' 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 sellin' yourself, but you say your just a stripper | |
| Your mother's at home, alone, but you forget her | |
| Never mind, your contemplatin' a suicide | |
| Trippin' on black tar, trapped and you wanna hide | |
| Strippin', 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 | |
| [Hook] | |
| (Peek a boo) - 4X | |
| [Verse 4] | |
| Now your big time, lookin' 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 | |
| Strippin' for perverts and drivin' '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 dancin' like a bimbo | |
| Touchin' yourself, makin' 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 | |
| Lookin' 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 | |
| [Hook] | |
| (Peek a boo) - 7X |
| zuo ci : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| Peek a boo | |
| This is the true story about a young lady I know | |
| Peek a boo | |
| A walkin' 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 lovin' the pay | |
| Peek a boo is the game, the pure never play | |
| Hook | |
| 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 | |
| Sayin' 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 | |
| Sportin' high heels and swimsuits, dancin' 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 | |
| Dancin' 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 clockin' dollars with her hips | |
| Like a ape doin' flips for gratuity tips | |
| Such a shame she' s lookin' 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Peek a boo 4X | |
| 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 dancin' led to prostitution | |
| Payin' some punk to avoid prosecution | |
| Sleepin' with cops, chasin' jocks | |
| Twenty dollars a knock, now your smokin' 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 sellin' yourself, but you say your just a stripper | |
| Your mother' s at home, alone, but you forget her | |
| Never mind, your contemplatin' a suicide | |
| Trippin' on black tar, trapped and you wanna hide | |
| Strippin', 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Peek a boo 4X | |
| Verse 4 | |
| Now your big time, lookin' 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 | |
| Strippin' for perverts and drivin' ' 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 dancin' like a bimbo | |
| Touchin' yourself, makin' 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 | |
| Lookin' 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Peek a boo 7X |
| zuò cí : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| Peek a boo | |
| This is the true story about a young lady I know | |
| Peek a boo | |
| A walkin' 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 lovin' the pay | |
| Peek a boo is the game, the pure never play | |
| Hook | |
| 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 | |
| Sayin' 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 | |
| Sportin' high heels and swimsuits, dancin' 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 | |
| Dancin' 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 clockin' dollars with her hips | |
| Like a ape doin' flips for gratuity tips | |
| Such a shame she' s lookin' 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Peek a boo 4X | |
| 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 dancin' led to prostitution | |
| Payin' some punk to avoid prosecution | |
| Sleepin' with cops, chasin' jocks | |
| Twenty dollars a knock, now your smokin' 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 sellin' yourself, but you say your just a stripper | |
| Your mother' s at home, alone, but you forget her | |
| Never mind, your contemplatin' a suicide | |
| Trippin' on black tar, trapped and you wanna hide | |
| Strippin', 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Peek a boo 4X | |
| Verse 4 | |
| Now your big time, lookin' 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 | |
| Strippin' for perverts and drivin' ' 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 dancin' like a bimbo | |
| Touchin' yourself, makin' 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 | |
| Lookin' 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Peek a boo 7X |
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