Lyrics:
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at ya
Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick and put in my put-put pattern
Too much chatter but I get way too
the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
but still I was fearless
And focused on being the dopest MC alive
It's '85, LL's on Def Jam with the best jam
And Whodini's on Jive, man you know I had
the rock and
You've got to see as freak
We're disco queens, ¿que pasa? ¿eh, que pasa?
Se habla español, sí, sí, hermano, eh
Hermano
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro,
to build that Case
And if it fails oh well
Only time will tell 'cause
You're a Queen
Queen to me
Queen to be
Yea yea
Eh eh
You're a Queen
Queen to me
Queen
on word is bond
To my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bond
Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bond
Virginia's in this bitch rock rock
She's the leadеr (Queen)
She's the shit, she's the queen
She's the winner (Queen)
Miley don't fuck with that loser
That think he can come and grab
Her by
your brother Joe to hold it down for Queens
And to my cousin Will, hold ya head nigga chill
J.t. Damon in the car let's get the squeals
My nigga Big
go
The more I look the less I find
It's getting hard to ease my mind
Small talk or the classical station
"Soft Rock" for the lost generation
everywhere watchin the show)
(Mi come to rock ya whether you're black or you're white)
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by
you make your dreams straight reality
Can you dig the prime interest rates
Do you think you'd meet hospitality
If you went to the White House by
You got it goin' on, what-what?
Uh, what-what?
You got it goin' on, what-what?
Uh, what-what?
You got it goin' on, what-what?
Uh, what-what?
I'm just, Tryna Get my life, Right
It's a curfew, We can't Come out at, Night like
I'm trying to, Get my Money & my, Mind right
Cause I sleep, By day
clip him, son
Bet, ahk straight to the head with the pet rock
At least 'til I can get from out this booth it's like a sweatbox
Trade a few bars
and chase for lust
Girl what I'm saying is it might be love
Little internet queen, uh
Little internet queen
Face that rock and her body unique
Fucked her raw
and Jordan on the same team
In the best prime of their
Game and the same Kanye
You know the name and
It's not pronounced Kane
And every time, you know I spit
Let's start the show off sisters ago look alive
The Queen Latifah the King of 45
Bringing a mixture of pure flavor
I make beats she rock rhymes
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wants to be accepted by the mass
Everybody wants to be raging fire
But their heat don't last
it makes the hustle nice
Blood money filled up the pipes by snake types
Look at the President he shape-shifting man
Look at the Prime Minister he
prime
Only the finest of things (Bando)
Surrounded by Queens and Kings
Yeah it's royalty
Church! Preach! Chat with the priest
Got bitches on a nigga like
maintain, don't let that jive tape sent to you drive you insane
If he ain't right by you, you know what you need to do
Leave that busta don't take the abuse
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
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