romancin' Oh Daddy, you make the scene Talkin' 'bout a-dancin' and a-down home romancin' Oh, baby, you are the queen Man, when push comes to shove And when it
down home romancing Daddy, you make me scream Talking about dancing And down home romancing Baby, you're the queen Man, when push comes to shove When it
shy And if you spoke at all, he just said, "Hi" to Big John Somebody said he came from New Orleans Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen And a crashin
shy And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John. Somebody said he came from New Orleans Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen And a
kid it's the cold hearted Queens nigga grimey retarded You know I got to get away (No doubt tell it like it is) It's either me or you Believe it dog
's ill, like we're getting bills What? We know what's love, like it's love is love Push, come the shove What's ya'll gonna go with this shit? Yeah, play it, it
limbo danced in Pairs Please lock that door, it don't make much sense That common sense, don't make no sense no more Just between you and me, it's like
We fight for the queen and country and we're back here again Over the hills to the battlefield, 10 thousand marching men We never say surrender but now
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slump (Jump, Jump) It's totally worth it now (Jump, Jump) Don't listen when they say it's not (Jump, Jump) It always hurts coming down This is MY
Shit, that makes me high Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World Bust your fuckin chops Yo, I remember when niggaz was lookin' at themselves [Incomprehensible
your boys but be careful they gon' get you The cash in a hidden place, ironically called it safe And you prolly leave it in the safe like it's safe
's at two, Please leave the potting shed just as you found it, For others are following you. Just because you're a patricide, It doesn't mean that you
get stuck like dildos & vibrators shoved in his butt we ran tris on his lips & made him dress up & i got it on tape we str8 fuckin raped him dont get it
ner ner doctor doctor will i die? ner ner ner ner yes you bastard say goodbye! ner ner ner ner in came the nurse with a wooden spoon ner ner ner ner shoved it
cars for the queen And when the lights all went out We watched our lives on the screen I hate the ending myself But it started with an all right scene It
Think about it, put it on the faultline What'll it take to get it through to you precious I'm over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this Such
now it's '95 so let me drop a line This goes out to the young black queens On the neighborhood scene who haven't lost their dream I know sometimes it seems like it