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The Queen Collection (Classic Queen/Greatest Hits/Queen Interview) (Queen) · Live on Two Legs (Pearl Jam) · Live on Two Legs (Pearl Jam) · Did I Shave My Legs for This? (Deana Carter) · Jelly Legs (Mundy) · Legs and Other Hits (ZZ Top) · Rubber Legs (The Stooges) · Butterfly Legs (Boday) · Eight Legs (Eight Legs) · Worn Legs (Ben Martin) – and 90 other albums »


[Wyldstyle]
Dedicated to my ghetto queens in jeans,
That think they're mean
I'll ma**age you with whip cream
I want to spread you legs and said you were my
around the way from me
This ghetto queen got up with a king
Keep it clean and in essence

[Chorus: x2]

[Kilo]
Where the players live
Have to deal
This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to
The streets, this is dedicated to

[Chorus]
And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf
And the dog is out,
This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to
The streets, this is dedicated to

[Chorus]
And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf
And the dog is out,
[Verse 1]
Well you can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground
Well you can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death
But
but them niggaz on wait 

Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track 

Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher 

Nigga make way for this
a poison arrow shot
By an evil hand

Cold tears, no emotions
Two living souls in a dead world
See the death-queen laughing
Don't care about their pain
around the way from me
This ghetto queen got up with a king
Keep it clean and in essence

[Chorus: x2]

[Kilo]
Where the players live
Have to deal
those two weeks a year, it was all about sin
Follies chasing death, you can count me in

There's flannel man with a golden ring
And a cruel, north
all places, no matter what their race is,
Mami want to put punani where your face is
I said "Ha, Whut?" Put my face by her trap
Smoke weed, bamboo, lick
Before we could shake a leg
I was most intrigued by the colored queen
Leaning on the kitchen door
Then I was ushered with my friends
By the butler who was
Before we could shake a leg
I was most intrigued by the colored queen
Leaning on the kitchen door
Then I was ushered with my friends
By the butler who
my funky dance back
And once again, puttin' you in a trance
In case you all forgot it it's called the Biz Dance
A movement by the body that's made
no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
Queens'll be the death of me

To the suspect witness don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back
of the moon and thee

"They call as I to thee"

And I will come, as if in dream
My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen
Of vengeful, ancient breed
they fuckin' with the demolition man
I'm seen on screens and magazines
Pump, pump (don't sleep) but peace to Queens
I hollar Allah you Akhbar my peeps
I could feel the Dragon Queen breathing heavily over my shoulder

As she began to transform and metamorphosise
She took on an assortment of legs
I could feel the dragon queen breathing heavily over my shoulder

As she began to transform and metamorphosise
She took on an assortment of legs
of death is comin' back, reincarnated
This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P.
And Big Kill, R.I.P.
And all you other O.G.'s, who go down
I don't fear death
turn it the fuck up
Do it

Unleashed in the east
Best dressed in the west
Sorted in the north
Without a doubt in the south

The queen
life away
They tear your heart in two
They've taken the queen

To some better place, so they think
As the flame burns low

Now the flame burns
To my nigga who brought me in this world
Taught us right nigga

My old dad imported to the family structure
Provide her god
My moms a queen
but them niggaz on wait 

Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track 

Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher 

Nigga make way for this
never snitch why tell
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
Queens'll be the death of me

[Chorus: x 2] 
To the suspect witness
[Lil Wayne]
Fuck with me, you know what it is

[Chorus: x2]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this