[verse 1]
oh, she's an eight ball
she's rolling faster than a whitewall
got an avalanche packed in a snowball
she's losing all the leeches like a stonewall
she's loaded up
She's the underdog
gonna take a mighty swipe at the high hog
while their slipping on her tricks in a thick fog
making eyes at the girls like bullfrogs
i'm telling you, sir
[chorus]
she's coming up from, coming up from, coming up
coming up from behind
yeah
she's coming up from, coming up from, coming up
coming up from behind
[bridge 1]
you like her hanging
like a sneaker on a livewire dangling
while your wall street pockets are jangling
with hollow jack part of your rich kid games
[verse 2]
it's a longshot
she's got the truth and her tongue for a slingshot
but she's taking steady aim at the big shot
it's hard to miss the rolling bullets on the blacktop
better mark it, your turf
[chorus]
[bridge 2]
you had her hanging
like a sneaker on a livewire dangling
while your gold lined pockets were jangling
with hollow jack part of your wicked games
[verse 3]
she caught you sick like
it was creeping in the shadow of your white smile
looking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes
were you greasing up plans for your small fry
You want her talking up to you
where you float like a royal balloon, oh
your ego swollen to the size of the moon, well
i think you found somebody to cut you down to size
well, well
[chorus x3]