Lyrics:
was standing by herself, next to her friend
She had me mesmerized with those angelic eyes
Before I knew it, she was living in my head
She's got hair for
Got her all inside of my residence
She took a shot and got hella bent
I was hypnotized by her fragrances
This girl so fine don't make no sense
Just call
I told her
Never seemed to smolder flame died when I scold her
Did I fold her
Queen in my hand maybe I should just hold her
But these games that we're
for shit, she just be using these niggas
And she already know I ain't a trickin' ass nigga
I got this chick in the Bronx, she live by the 4
(Yeaaaah)
high
My queen pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
You dey light up the world with yuh rewah
Is yuh vibes, yuh vibes, Jah know is yuh vibes
Hypnotize by yuh
helps me live
If there's one thing I want to let you know
It's that money isn't worth the letting go of your soul
Hop off the Gardiner, I feel like
Feels like yesterday
That we took down the tree
Now summer's breezed by
And there's ghosts at the door with their bag of treats
Thanksgiving's come
News
I got you written by your boy MP
Who be eating siete mares while Im cruising seven seas
Then I hop on 10 speeds riding through the island breeze
who be after me
No one's better at writing songs
I'm the Hip-hop Messi
The savior of Rap Music
And i was saved by Jesus
Him and God only one above me
screen
Dirty south shit
But the fit lookin real clean
Riding old school
That engine sounding real mean
Im followed by the opps
But they're no threat to me
never ever left in the first
Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp
A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end
neck stylin', 5 karats on the angel wings
Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a Compton thing
Don't make me switch whips, hop in the ghost like it's Halloween
The ill reminisce and think about the fly days
Nothing like them 80s summer N.Y. days
Hop on the NB5 days
Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways
go round
And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down
I've been around Hip Hop since '85
She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive
I
movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's theme: play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me
featuring Queen Pen, The Product, and Naomi Campbell
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you'd like to make a call, dial your
they? Hell yeah, shoulda saw
the ones last week at the mall, hella raw
And all tryin to come up, like video queens
So fine they make some of us do
the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
a widow
Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar?
The Five-Foot Assassin knocking fleas off his collar
Hip-hop scholar since being knee-high
the rest
[Raheim]
So my name is Raheim
I'm a son of a queen
I'm the king of a castle
Don't give me no hastle
Young ladies in the place, put me
gotta act a clown
But one thing about a blessing, it come back around
Ask around
I'm known by over half the town
And they rootin' for a kid like me
I
back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs
By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I
Ain't nothin' new, I'ma do what I do
Yo
Pullin' up in somethin' that you haven't seen
Clean and accompanied by one of the baddest queens
Peel
einfach
Den schwulen Hip-Hop zerstört
Zieh nur einmal nach Neukölln
Es ist wie Koks, du wirst wegziehn
Ich bin es Lady Ghetto Killer Baby Rap Queen
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