Lyrics:
then was Abe
Who watched us all rippin all loud up on the inside no E
As I progressed to the 7 yard, early Johnny D
Caine, Officer147, C.R
the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Submitted by Egulphy
HONEY BUCKET:
Eight times of fel-an-fo-fi
Like cobalt cast and clean
I got a mojo felt
[Chorus]
We comin' to yo' town and then we takin' over
Hands up, but better yet you better hold up
Shorty says she wanna kick it with' a soldier
Bang!
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
In the gloom of London town
There are secrets underground
A gang of ghoulish silhouettes
Who buy their tickets and place their bets
Now foes take
her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you jolly young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware
The leaves are changing where the whitetails run
In the Stone, Ninth Order living under the sun
Rolling green with the Queen
We bow to none, Hails!
We been
[KRS One]
YES! Chillin in the place right now
Harmony and Heather be Ms. Melodie
DJ Jamal Ski DJ Kenny Parker
And of course we are gettin
doubt right
Only smile on the weekends
Queen of the town right now
Blurred lines got me stepping in
Think I'm to lit to drive
Hear the sounds
Pass through Hayes and Harlington
Like, We are the Hayes, We are the Hayes
Brother, these are the days
Queen's Park to Harlesden
I'm moving like
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
you are the king
So kingly with our heads held high
Demand respect, noses in the sky
Ms. Queen B said the world was mine
We didn't make it here, we
to the ground Like his Family house
My Babe
We are the Queens or the Kings with Our Tressures
I don't care about
People yelling my name in the Neighbour town
Big dreams for a small town girl I know
That you'll find your own way walking all the
City streets that are calling you by name
Told me I'll be fine
We are not the same, I am too reckless
I'm not tryna go in that direction
These niggas, they been doing too much flexin'
And they about to call
a queen trapping ass round town
You looking for love in all the wrong places
Thirteen colonies founded by Masons
Chasing nightmares disguised as wet
Hey yo, Queen's get the money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
don't know (oh)
Down the hall
Punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
fingers are the same
By the way my babe never ever uses Mary Kay
No be lie
Never ever lie
What I do for my woman she's my life
Badman sipping on that Ciroc
the presence of
The Queen of, just the Queen man
I wanna say R&B, I wanna say "Hi!"p hop
Her name is Ms Mary J blige mary!
Let me get all the way up beside you
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