Lyrics:
you here by my side
I don't wanna be here, baby, on my own
Yeah, don't you wait, don't think about it
Yeah, don't you wait, just come on over now
showmanship of Run and D
411 by Mary J, millions sold by TLC
The emergence of Death Row, Wu-Tang gettin' the C.R.e.am
The sounds of Robert Nesta are still
avoided fearfully by all her enemies The lonely queen of the north, raising her lethal scepter All superior artillery, but doomed to fall As the last of her
a red band
Tied around the queen's head
Like a blood's bandana
I ain't got a chain like Juelz Santana
But these girls are pulling on
Me like a Christmas
direction
We both see that its time
Go on cry don't say words of inspiration
We both know that its time
So walk on by
So walk on by
Sitting there,
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
What's it? Say it, say it
(Uma, ah ah)
(Uma, Uma, la la Um-)
(Uma, Uma, la la Uma)
(Uma, Uma, la la Um-)
(Uma, Uma, la la Um-)
Uma
I'm
Don't be fooled by him, he's fine
Rock-and-roll Ken doll, he's a national end-all
He's an off and on friend of mine
Where have I been?
Got any
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am the one and only Queen Bee
After me there will be none, but you could call me Miss White
Most people know
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
Yeah, watch this
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Yeah, this is Patra, the Queen of the Dancehall
Teamin'
queen me lembra sade
fiz um som pra você saber
nois que movimenta as área
dobra o preço do cachê
nois chego pra treme as caixa
sem gucci no meu role
as cadela vai até o chão
Elas dança de copão na mão, jogando o bundão no baile do areião
Uh-uh, ninguém segura a femme queen, catwalk na onda do gin
We will not follow Rome
The twisting of our faith
With the hand of God
You wrote the new light
The queen has decreed
You must believe like me
a pretty Creol queen
So I'm leavin' this poor north so cold and eatin' shramps instead of beans
Just like old Frank sittin' there by me the fire was dying
Blacked out pop queen, amphetamine
The screams crashed into silence
Tapped out, doused in the gasoline
The high times going timeless
Decadence,
Blacked out pop queen, amphetamine
The screams crashed into silence
Tapped out, doused in the gasoline
The high times going timeless
Decadence,
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)
Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap
With raw moves in a time where
Oh I want to be your casual agent
I want to be your casual agent
Casual agent moving by the sand
Cosmetic Betty stealing from the skull
your face from the light
Clearly you're turning to something
That are revealed by the night
What are you in the other hours
Are you queen of some
for a queen to plant seeds and have babies
Maybe I'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost
You'll never know being cautious, if you play your cards right
the cool night air
Go and see what's shaking at the Dairy Queen
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good
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