What do you want to be when you grow up little girl?
What's going on inside that pretty little head?
As you are fed... a daily diet of MTV, HBO and BET
What will you grow up to be?
Slithering as though in a serpentine trance
Grinding and pumping in a hip gyrating dance
Blunted out on top of the world
Hoochie mama and video girl
Hotter than acetylene
Blowing up like a cosmic solar scene
Stretched out in the back of chauffeur-driven Limousine
Giving it up like a sex machine
Short skirt, halter top and fake jewelry
A voluptuous fool for all to see
Big butted buffoonery
Caviar. cannabis and Cavacier
Will shorten your days
Just an imitation of life
Always the other woman... no mans wife
No slack given
Not really living
Funeral played out between the covers
Of a hip hop magazine
Fulfillment of a ghetto child's dream
Fifteen minutes of fame
Ho by any other name
Just dying for a ride
Always wanting to be on the inside
Low expectations
Does it get any worse?
Stretched out in a chauffeured limousine hearse
Back to what I said in the first verse
What do you want to be when you grow up little girl?
What's going on inside that pretty little head?
