She was on the front porch, say it was a little past nine
When her man pulled up, a black Coupe de Ville
Her crew shoula seen it comin' it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop weed.

She stuck a note on the mailbox "Bitches I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her homies’ hearts were broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes

(Chorus) Now her homies in the alleyway boardin’ up da windows, scratchin' and a rackin' their brains
How could 18 years just up'n and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin’ out in the yard

Now don't you wonder what Shaniqua’s gonna bitch about monday mornin'
Nothing quite like this has happened here in da hood
Well he must have been a hustla, a trash talkin' son of a bitch
For such a wacked out girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop da weed

(2nd Chorus) Now all the bitches in the hoe house bullshit goin' non stop
Snifflin’ that crack cocaine
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin’ out in the yard

YEAH BIAATCH!

(3rd chorus) She's got his Enimen doo rag flyin’ out the window <
And they're headed up to Philly tonight
How could 18 years just get up and walk away?
Our little cornrowed girl grown up to be a sistah
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the guns in the kitchen and the meth cookin out in the yard line