The Girlie Had A Mustache

(Get down)
 I was. cruisin down the avenue, early one Friday
 When I saw what I thought was a lady walkin my way
 I turned my back to use my Binaca blast
 And I said, "Hm-hm, excuse me," and she walked past
 She was about 5'6", or maybe six and a half
 With a body like a goddess, man, this girl was bad!
 Tight leather pants that fit like a drum
 And two big - yeah well, she had some
 Anyway from behind she was fine
 But when she turned around, her mustache was bigger than mine
 At first I laughed, cause yo, to me that was funny
 But the laughter ceased when she said: "Hey honey!"
 At first I was confused, I was somewhat spell-bound
 My mouth wide open and my chin on the ground
 And then it hit me, like a bolt from the sky
 I thought: hold up - wait - this girl is a guy?!
 I tried to get away, I said, "Well, never mind
 Maybe I'll see you some other time"
 But then he grabbed me by my arm and told me I couldn't leave
 And said, "Hey boy, you look mighty cute in them jeans!"
 This had to be the most embarrassing thing in the world
 My whole neighborhood was watchin me get beat up by a girl
 And when my homeboys came, they didn't let me explain
 They said, "Prince, you're a sucker, you should be ashamed"
 My pride was busted right along with my eye
 Cause my homeboys didn't realize that this girl was a guy
 And in retrospect I had to laugh
 I can't believe I didn't notice that this girlie had a mustache
 I remember last year, the day was October 5th
 And my family went away on a weekend ski trip
 And they left $100 and a note by the phone
 That said: 'Don't have any company till we get home'
 No company? I'm 18! They must be jokin!
 And by 10 my crib was smokin
 All of my friends with their hands in the air
 Screamin (PARTY OVER HERE, PARTY OVER THERE!)
 The party was jammin till at least about 5
 And as my friends were leaving, they were like "Homes, it was live!"
 I thought the party was over, but really was just beginnin
 I turned around I thought I was dreamin, I saw four women
 Dressed in red leather, tight to their booties
 I gestured with my index finger: come here, cuties
 I tried to be chill, I didn't wanna scare em
 I said, "Hi, my name's the Prince," they said, "Hi Prince, we're your harem"
 I didn't waste time, I started shootin the gift
 I said, "Y'all the type of girls I'd like to spend some time with"
 I walked upstairs, my adrenaline was pumpin
 Til one hit me in the head with a lamp or somethin
 The next thing I remember is wakin up nearly dead
 With another Fred Flintstone lump on my head
 Of course I was mad, this type of thing can burn at you
 They tied me up and they were stealin my furniture
 I said, "Yo sweetheart, what's wrong with you?
 What kind of stuff is this for a nice girl like you to do?"
 She turned around and smiled and laughed
 And that's the way that I noticed that the girlie had a mustache
 Not four girls, four guys!
 They were in disguise, it was a set up all the time
 I made a complete fool of myself that day
 My parents were pullin up just as the u-haul truck was pullin away
 They walked in, looked like they seen a ghost
 There I was, gagged and bound and tied to the bed post
 My pop walked in and asked a brilliant question
 "Son, where's the furniture and why is your room so messy?"
 Obviously Sherlock Holmes hadn't arrived
 I said, "What do you think, dad, maybe we were robbed?!
 I'm tied up, nothing's in one piece
 Let's discuss the facts later, mom, please call the police"
 I wanted to have a party, I thought I was clever
 My pop told me I was on punishment forever!
 And in retrospect I had to laugh
 I can't believe I didn't notice that the girlie had a mustache