Lyrics:
mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently
Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7"
mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently
Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7"
of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound
Beneath the halo of a streetlamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
Greetings greetings all
I'm watching England right now so I wanna say ello governor
My mama told me not to cuss on this song so I shall not say one
couldn't get no play
Times fly by when you having fun
But back then I ain't feel like I had nothin'
Back when a nigga didn't need a mask on
But I kept
there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Yeah it's just me
Oh! Now the dogs keep a-growlin'
Round my front door
And the Truth howled out from the editing floor
Years went by
Quarrymen came along
This boy
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow a horn
Start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting
No use permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe
horn, start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting
No use permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old
Muggs, show em what hip-hop means
Baby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from Queens
But now we cool in Cali, live in L.A.
Makin money for a livin, livin day by
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she
yourself in the flood of life
Our Queen is born again
Death Night passed by and for the next forthcoming year
I shine like a flower of blood in my long
Krayzie Bone
The time has come...Let us unite...Mo!
Thug Queen
My heavenly father's children (Felecia My heavenly father) the time has come for
Enagy
Grillo nwanne
How people write whulla demma love song
We hear pan di radio
Mi ya tek yuh fi a ride
Write ya ah love song put ya
Inna mi video
the queen's
Standing over by the record machine
Why she's looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
Yeah she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, why-ya, why-ya, ya,
Yeah, I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalogue is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin', you get hit,
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