Body of a superstar, the mind of a 10-year-old.
She wants to take you for a ride, the stella has hair of gold.
The lights are on upstairs, but is anybody home?
She's not lookin' for a man, the girly wants to be alone.
She's the queen of glamorous, everything is right.
All the fellas have a fit, anytime she walks by.
This woman would be dangerous, if she had a mind.
When Blondie tells you what you want to hear, don't waste your time.
(chorus)
And her name is Blondie, sexy socialite. - Dumb blonde.
Diggin' out on the town any given night.
And her name is Blondie, the queen of glamorous.
And the game is money, the girl is dangerous.
Blondie was a victim to everything she liked.
She likes money, fine clothes and fancy cars, but her name she could not write.
Blondie is a certain type, she's not yellow, black or white.
But you can find her out diggin' in the finer spots on any given night.
Her fatal beauty's blinding and her intentions not kind.
She tried to take a part of me, but I caught on in time.
She lives a life of make believe, takes what she wants and leaves.
Blondes, they do have more fun, but how dumb is she?
(repeat chorus)
Blondie, my glamorous superstar. You took it much too far.
And now you look like "What happened?"
Blondie, a dangerous socialite. She hangs out every night.
And the neighborhood game is to dog you blind.
Yeah! - Blondie!
Blondie is a dumb blonde.
Hey Blondie, ooh ooh.
Oh ooh ooh ooh, oh ooh ooh - Yeah!
Oh ooh ooh ooh, oh ooh ooh - Everything is right.
Oh ooh ooh ooh, oh ooh ooh - She's the queen of glamorous.
Oh ooh ooh ooh, oh ooh ooh - Whoo!
She's the queen of glamorous, everything is right.
All the fellas have a fit, anytime she walks by.
This woman would be dangerous, if she had a mind.
When Blondie tells you what you want to hear, if you're smart, you won't waste your time.
(repfeaturing The Reepz
Intro:
[Sound Of Radio in the background]
[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]
[Phone Rings]
Tray Lee:Hold On Hold On... Wait a minute
Yeah Yeah What's happenin'?
Phone:Tray yo what's up? how's it going Tray?
ByStorm business.
Tell yo honey to go and listen.
I need for you and the Reepz to put a hit
out on the industry.
You know my fee. Wit a ten percent bonus
if the job is complete within one day.
[Tray's woman complains]
Phone: Ay, yo Tray listen. I gotta bounce, listen Tray.
I gotta bounce, my phone might be tapped,
you know my code, get back to me wit an
update.
Tray Lee: Word up, this serious business right here.
Glad y'all could make it.
[Voices of approval from the Reepz]
Verse One:
TL:My niggaz, check this shit out, I just got off the phone
wit Goose, he want the crew to put a hit out.
Reepz:On who?
TL:The industry and yo, it sounds legit, equipped, wit
infra-red and twenty mil to split. But first we need
a game plan that fits, ski masks, Tecs nigga wit
unlimited clips. Bulletproof vests, no let ups, lets
rock son undebted, so boys I'll be the decoy, the
first one to set it.
Reepz 1:Since Tray's the first one to set it, he can
walk past the guards unprotected, set up
shop, for the rest of us to wreck shit.
Meanwhile, I'll lace the basement with
basement placement of explosives. I see
four guards where the entourage started,
just pinpoint the target, so we can get
started.
Reepz 2:Yo nigga, I'm all for it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties in the barn from pop
taped to my body. I'm bustin' shots like it
don't make sense, gettin' rid of all witnesses
and evidence.
Reepz 3:I'