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from Queen Pen - Conversations With Queen (2001)
(feat. Cam'Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy)
[Pen whispers "I Reps" while DJ Clue is talking] [DJ Clue] William nigga Yeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things Q-u-double-e- radio And the question of the day, Is who, and what you rep Caller number 1, you on the line [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo its P, big chunky 40 inch chains I could fuck your woman, but I perfer brains I could duff you out wit guns and bang I'ma certified, bonofied, Mobb Nigga man This ain't no '87 rap battle This is 2001, bloodsport, nigga i'll get at you This is criminal shit, I'm so infamous I'm so gangsta, these niggas be nervous When we pop up, ya knees lock up Ya stomach catch butterflies And ya heart pumps Suppose to be scared, suppose to be 'wared When you see me get the fuck out my way Nigga I'm in here And I ain't come for the glamour and glitz I came to fuck you up bad, get drunk, and find me a bitch So where you at girl, holla at the kid 'Fore I slay one of these lame niggas in here, straight up [DJ Clue] Yeah, Caller number two You on the line [Verse 2: Queen Pen] I got some raps for the streets My niggas pack the heats My soldiers on the corner crushin up green meat For all the generations, and mothers ridin the trains To work for y'all crackers, for that bullshit pay I reps for my head that cops his weight That take trips uptown just to cop his haze I rep for them chicks givin brain in the rain That ain't scared to be a freak, for the right pay I gots to rep for my familys thats stricten wit pain For buryin they boys to soon for this game I rep for my panthers thats locked away And???sittin on deathrow countin down them days I rep for y'all bitches that work lizzie bags That sell hot shit, half price off of tags I rep for them chicks that write they own shit That live just like a live, to write they own shit Its 2001 bitch, stop frontin I rep for my baby mamas thats still walkin I rep for them chicks collectin P.A.&Wic Up in the hair and nail spots makin off the book chips I rep body snactchers, loyaly over passion I'm married to B.S.bitch, ain't no question [DJ Clue] Caller number three, you on the line [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I rep money dealers, girls step like, "Cam you rock a lotta Prada" Look to her and said, "bitch I'm bout the dollar", holla I don't like it anways, I feel enscadas hotter One get her, get her, good dog, got her, got her Cam is in a Lincolns Clipse Jakes hate belevdere, now y'all drinkin the shit Please, oh my god brother, followin is not gutter Its a major trend setter for you cock suckers Insurance on my diamonds, my rocks covered If I'm wit a bitch, believe me I do not love her I'ma rap like a doobie and spliff My Uzi a click, yeah I did a movie a flick But I step to the director like, "look I'm not bitchin" Understand this homeboy, I'm not snitchin Killa Cam still be back in the hood Back where I should, plus I can't act that good I could cook that coke, get them figures I could bust that gat, strip some niggas No homo, cause my life ain't no motion picture Motion trigger, I open livers, cock the pump Pop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean nigga Peal em apart, let em know you dealin wit sharks Killa, P-Double, Queen Pen, Lee Low [DJ Clue] Yeah, DJ Clue You know how we do things Q-U-Double E radio And the question of the day is What you rep |
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from Queen Pen - Conversations With Queen (2001)
(feat. Miss Jones)
Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I'll be ghost, right? Yup, check it [Verse 1] For too many years, I had yo back And for too many years, you gave me slack Tell me, what did you think That I was a idiot? Or, how many years you thought i'd take yo shit I'm out, I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs In exchange for the kids, and my happiness Ghetto divorce, how real is this? And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_ I left enough food to last until the weekends And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends Since thats, who you cherish, more then me The one who carried every last one of your seeds The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki Me and you kid, we was meant to be Who'd think that the streets will make you flip on Queen [Chorus x2: Miss Jones] I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me You'll never find a woman that looked out like me [Verse 2] For, many years concentrated on you Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly I'd rather be in the projects Then stress and luxeries So they're for I'm leavin you wit all yo ice That shit wasn't worth bein alone at night That shit wasn't worth worryin if you was alright So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights Never understood it was always about the respect Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck Not about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whip It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard [Chorus: x2] I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me You'll never find a woman who looked out like me I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology You'll never find a woman who looked out like me [Verse 3] True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love But now, I don't know who the fuck you are I thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hard When all I had was you, and you had me Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me You'll never find another chick that'll hold you down like Queen Never, another chick that'll help you grip yo bricks Never, another chick will love you without yo chips Tha'll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six You gon miss me when I'm gone P.S. it was real kid Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down How you feel about this [Chorus until fade] |
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Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head What's your twenty? I'm in front of the A room right now Ten four I got cha (she comin) She's on her way to the back I got cha (she comin) Don't let nobody fuck with her (she comin') I got cha (she comin) She got a lot to say, aight? I got cha (she comin) I got cha Step back bitch, better take notes Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke (word) I'm callin your bluff, what you ever tote? I'm raw and uncut like Columbian coke Now how many of y'all wanna fuck with me? Trick question, who wants to fuck with Queen? While y'all role play, I'm always mean And before Soundscan, I'm ate by the streets You - you real funny to me Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave Talkin about ki's, that you never seen (seen) Rappin about gats, that you never packed (packed) I'm da, original don dadda And I say this to your face it'll take a whole lotta For you, to catch up to my speed Fuck your icey rings (uh-huh) fuck this industry (uh-huh) Take away the shine, you still a chicken wing Bum bitch! Yeah, I said it! (yeah) Bum bitch! And I never will regret it (70,000 In the first week? That shit is ridiculous) Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha) Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha) We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha) It's my time, to shine (I got cha) Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha) Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha) Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha) I got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest I took a little break and bitches got overconfident On the really girl, you don't want no conflict Save your slick talk for Saturday night's at plex QP is back, what did y'all expect? That I stay pregnant forever, and live off of my publishing checks? All this bad chat got me kind of vexed Y'all been talkin about me ever since I fucked that nigga from next It's all over, I'm shuttin y'all down By the end of the first quarter, y'all gone be sayin, "damn she foul" Dead, QP ain't playin around She goin hardcore on y'all bitches dis round Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha) Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha) We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha) It's my time, to shine (I got cha) Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha) Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha) Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha) Big Dave, come in Yo, go 'head What's your twenty? I'm in front of the A room right now Ten four (I got cha!) (she comin) She's on her way to the back I got cha (she comin) Don't let nobody fuck with her (she comin) I got cha (she comin) She got a lot to say, aight? I got cha (she comin) I got cha |
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[Chorus: x3]
I shouldn't loved him I shouldn't wanted him I shouldn't trust him No I shouldn't fucked him Now here I am carryin his seed That makes two for him and a fourth for me [Verse 1] Sometimes I'm wreckin my brain, tryna to figure out How we can come to this, how we even came about We never took the time to measure the proper amounts Or beef we would cause of sneakin around If my brother even knew shit he'd proably flip out And up until tonight we never had doubts Remeber the first time that you slept over my house? We made love to Donnell Jones, damn we so foul But now its been a year from that day today We still meet in the cut I can't live this way Can't be no more us, fuck you feelin lame What about me feelin loved, is sex all that its worth? When it comes to us, I know that you love me Its deeper then a nut, I know that you care for me Its deeper then a nut [Chorus: x3] [Verse 2] You keep blamin it on him clamin him as a friend Talkin about you and that nigga is tight like brothers Fuck him, and I can put that on my life So what he my baby daddy he don't do his child right Tryna to explain I got tears in my eyes This lump in my throat tryna hold back my cries You talkin about me and ya booze ain't wise Me and you has a cup Queen it just ain't right You said it could never be yo niggas B.D. a wife Tell me how would it look to the rest of my crew You fuckin wit me Queen thats just bad news I'm breakin rules but we just can't stop I said we in too deep I'm not killin ya seed I say we in too deep nigga I'm keepin my seed [Chorus: x3] [Verse 3] It really broke my heart to see you pushin that whip When you couldn't even cop a new coat for yo kid It really broke my heart when you cocked backed on me When I was six months pregnant still beatin on me It really fucked me up how you put me in debt Fuckin up QPs dollars and sense To think I catch your doughs and your whiz in my crib Jeporadize a lively hood on me and my kids And which one of those seeds belong to you God would've been better of makin a cat or a baboon instead of you Nigga I mean you ain't worth shit A man that don't take care of his kids ain't worth lint Now here I am I'm in love wit yo friend And the only thing standin in the way is you bitch! I cursed the day I ever even accepted your dick Your daughters father don't know you Tell her yo father is yo friend, bitch [Chorus: x3] |
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from Queen Pen - My Melody (1999)
Click!
Hahhh (c'mon) street team (yeah) Relax make moves like what (like what like what) Brooklyn Uptown (yeah) Beak it down one time to y'all (Queen of the Click) Lookie here look at me hah Me and my boys we poised to do big things this year Make a lot of noise in dis here We comes through with the multiple of ends Then flows through with the multiple of Benzes Cartier lenses me and my mens's bout to take over with a vengeance Watch your spot cause we hot to trot See we plottin for the top spot and that's what we got Now we hold it like convo', rhyme Don flow (yeah) Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what? Y'all ain't know? Untold damage, shit I got the flow that you can't romantage Make you whole vanish like Copperfield Drop, to the bottom then I rise, to the top of the field Drop your shield, y'all gon' be OK And I'll be much sleeker in the C.O.K., cause Chorus: repeat 2X I am (The Queen Pen of the Click The littlest G with the, hottest shit Here's one thing y'all should never forget that she flows like no other chick) Rock chicks I'm dyin from boredom, please I can't wait for y'all to fall like autumn leaves So I can shine like six-four sittin on deez, huh The less be y'all, the more for me I put it down like bad kids, stop the madness, shit I roast y'all bitches with ad libs The garbage shit stops, when the hottest shit drops And y'all can't front on how the shit knocks Even haters, gotta love the STA-TUS, or the STAT-US Y'all wanna hit, get at us Hey you, wanna debut number one like we do? You gots to roll with my crew We got the cars with the rims got the rings and the ice Put it all together let it all gleam nice Gotta pay a mean price you go against my click And here's one thing y'all should never forget, that Chorus I run circles around you, verb'll straight serve you Day to night we keep it tight like a girdle Nine to five y'all should make it your job to keep Queen Pen close to your ears like a bob We make this, world revolve with this music of ours From S-950's to music guitars You know the program, let no man, interrupt your flow And if that's your man, you better let him know I'm like, Damien Oman, six-six-six The way I be flowin is sick-sick-sick Ice rope glowin, focus on the wrist, it takes more than that to get close to dis Straight hits on me with my nigga T.R. and gimme I be in, straight shinin It's all in the timin and how the shit clicks And here's one thing y'all should never forget, that Chorus Yeah this is dedicated, to Crown Heights, Brooklyn To all my street team, that finally made it You saw we made it, here I am, I'm out |
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Step right up step up step up (repeat) [Teddy] 1 This is how it should be done Cuz this style Is identical to none How can I make you dance some more (TR) That's what I came here for This is how it should be done (And now here's the magnificent Funkey Mama) Cuz this style Is identical to none How can I make you dance some more (TR) That's what I came here for [Queen Pen] Feel your blue flows like water The man behind the music will make you jump Ooo Jack you're swingin' Make you shake your rump No dick or fee tellin' me this is what you want Baselines and snares that will make you funk Intimidated by his 14 year old At 97 he's a different kind of funk We push together like a perfect hand and tongue You pressed your luck and now your back to should be sunk Be comming, free the future, with yo' face punked Forgot about the past now what you want Platinum tracks to put you on the map Cuz we gotta keep it in the fam' You had yo' chance to be down wit da man So busy playa hatin', perpetuating, articulating Balla's down four, you can't take me [Teddy] What the deal ma Funkey Mama plays the track so you could feel, huh? I'll make a D, I'm all about the dolla' bills y'all Rock the diamond Lex while I sit behind my desk And sign the checks If you like hits baby Got 'em going crazy on Blackstreet You know it's plaque time when me and the track meet Save all yo whack beats, QP and TR so precise with mics We should be surgeons in E.R. The block knows Baby girl be my diamond cuz she rocks shows See my one's ain't no way that you can stop those Little man got your breath together With Queen Pen, now it's hot to death So take a look back What I did, what I'm doing, where I take this It's kinda simple cuz it's nothing just to make hits Peep the facts, keep 'em stacked When the streets are Black Ladies scream he's the Mack Cuz I kick (what) Shit that make the fly chick you with my chick And plush funds just ridiculous Cuz I'm rich We are TR, you see, QP, that's we, Blackstreet, gone [Queen Pen] You can't take it (And now, here's the magnificient Funkey Mama) Now Teddy jam for me one time Enforce that then I'd make my hips bump and grind We'll just happen All this shit in this cuz of platinum hits Little man be the shit, Funkey Mama represent It ain't never been no different And we got witnesses You account for all of this shit Just we, and get your block knocked off You can keep your I-pinion till you get there 'Cause it don't matter We don't follow chit chatter We make hits And calls, my situations get thick Ask St. Nick, about the repertiore For those in the past, they know who they are If the shoe fits, trust We gon' wear it Can we be's the baddest clique up on this planet We paid the cost to be boss guys Cuz scare money don't win money, now drop it [Teddy] This is how it should be done Cuz this style Is identicle to none How can I make you dance some more (Little man) That's what I came here for Repeat 1 6X |
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from Queen Pen - My Melody (1999)
I'm taking you back I'm taking you back Here's another one [Queen Pen] Uh yeah I remember being on that nigga's chair hard Back in the day in the projects Chasing after him a lil' young chick Seeing him made me go back in my lab And write this lil' shit like this Check it out Here's how it goes Used to see you when I went to the store Always watch you play ball from my bedroom window The places you frequent, the chicks you freaked with The spot in the grass where you kept your stash I used to wonder to myself if you felt my eyes If you ever noticed me and knew I was alive I tried to draw your attention, wore dresses to my thighs With hopes to get close to you Used to dream about you right before I went to sleep Used to wake up on the morning hugging the sheets Used to practice what I'd say for the day that we meet Used to pray every day for the day that we meet Used to hang with your sis if she only knew I only hung with that bitch to get closer to you Wasn't no limit to the things I would do To give all my love to you, my God [Eric] Can't feel myself Don't want nobody else to ever love you You are my shining star, my guiding light, my love fantasy There's not a minute, hour, day or night I don't love you You're at the top of my list Cuz I'm always thinking of you (Take it to the bridge) All my love (Cuz all my love's to you, my girl) A thousand kisses from you and it wasn't enough (Right, I'm taking you back, I'm taking you back, with another one) I just don't wanna stop Too much, never too much, never too much, never too much (Yeah, uh huh, yeah, Queen Pen take it to the Brooklyn Bridge) [Queen Pen] Stop being by yourself, now you hung with the crew I took the bangs out my hair over the summer, I grew Me and my friends, all virgins, all learning, How to tow that shit, how to throw that shit Talked about that sex like I was used to it Lying about how many you used to kiss In the hallways, all day, 'till it was real In the staircase, lights out, giving out feels Put your name in my notebook, we all did that Lined our names up with numbers to see if they matched Scared to death 'bout the first time, I knew it would hurt In your house, on your mother's couch, she was at work Dead wrong, but head strong, ya had in this broad The only one I ever loved ever since I was young Once in a while I even cut school to give all my love to you My God [Eric] Can't feel myself Don't want nobody else to ever love you You are my shining star, my guiding light, my love fantasy There's not a minute, hour, day or night I don't love you You're at the top of my list Cuz I'm always thinking of you (take it to the bridge) All my love (Cuz all my love's to you, my girl) A thousand kisses from you and it wasn't enough (Right, I'm taking you back, I'm taking you back, with another one) I just don't wanna stop Too much, never too much, never too much, never too much [Both] The breakdown, now bounce to this Yeah, dedicated to the first love (right) Uh, you know who you are, from the hood It's all good (yeah) yeah We gon' bounce ta dis We make moves with this Cuz all my love's to you Now bounce |
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from Queen Pen - My Melody (1999)
Uh, it's all for you, my melody boo
This lovin' is all for you, break it down, how you feel about this [Verse 1] Reminiscing to back in our beginning Sweet politicking in the heart of the village We slid digits on low, exchanged a couple of 'hellos' As you slid out the door I remember clearly makin' moves up the steps we made eye contact It was his gleam that brought me back, legit How we met on some real ghetto star shit Mad chicks on my melody's dick See he got this kinda grace about himself Dealin' with fast life all flooded up with wealth So for him, cuties just be comin' like a dime a dozen Smooth talkin' brothers always get easy fuckin' But I ain't mad, at all of his cutie head lovin' And all his playin hard to get was worth tryin' to get my loving He's got personality for days The kinda melody others bad talkin' many ways The kinda beat that always stays paid, my special kinda boo who always Appreciates gettin' laid My melody Just the way. I want to be loved Yeah [Verse 2] True, we been together from the very beginning Since blocks be turned into states, baguettes be turned into cakes So he be knowin' how I'm down by law Plus his knowledge himself be havin' his mentality bore He gets first bids when I'm blowin' in from tour His sex is respected behind closed doors Listen, he the bomb, I can't tell you different It's a fact how he mystify me like Kaiser Sosack Uh, it feels good to know how others wish they could be loved In the clubs bitches screwin' up their mugs because They envious to how my boo is true to this Gold diggin' bitches always be disputing shit That don't even concern them, I'm learnin' The next chick that try to make your melody a B-track But true, he be bigger than that My boo be realizin' that his wifey'll always have his back, uh Check out my melody Cause you love me baby Just the way I want to be loved, Yeah [Verse 3] Communication be never a mess Coz he be keepin' street conflict away from this relationship He's got a mind of his own He's a leader, not scared to be a dreamer, my black man digger And I be down till the day that I die, loyalty bonafied So how ask why I, dedicated all my love to his cause Financially lock him down, hide his monies from the law cause No matter what my melody be's a good man No matter how he ran on the actions of his plan and I be down till the day that I die Loyalty bonafied, my melody and I Cause you love me baby, Just the way I want to be loved, Yeah, It's so nice lyin' here in you arms Your personality has that charm Cause you love me baby, Just the way I want to be loved, Oh I could stay here for the rest of my life I want to be your lover, want to maybe you wife Cause you love me baby, Just the way I want to be loved, Yeah, yeah, you love me baby |
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1 Yo a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through Repeat 1 Shorty who you be you're staring at me instantly As I walk into this vide(o) I can feel you diggin' me Wit' yo' glass of Rhemy, you had one too many But still I'm impressed wit' cho' wild out Henney It's a party and I got's to run all through But maybe later on we can chat over booze See I thought you knew, ain't no delaying what I'm saying Want me to rewind and collect on my track, it won't wait I said it's a party, I gots to run all through We holding 20 plus we can follow if you choose See ain't nothing changed, since the days of the Q Except uh, elimination that wanna chew up my crew Yes you, but you true I got to browse on through You can catch me at the bar being shady to my old crew How I do? Make moves like I shoot Catch me on the rebound, make at the tunnel Catch me on the rebound, or maybe at the tummy Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Mr Cheeks] I'm tipsy from the cab, down the whole bottle of Henney Peepin' shorties in my biz and seeing many But there's something about you You seem off the hook Givin' me that "I want to say something" look Plus that dress you wearin' Got my whole team starin', You not bouncin' with me, I'm not hearin' Lickin' the lips for real like you really want it Is you dealing with the cat that's blunted? Stay forever real shorty Ra', is you down To go home wit' the champ a whole round? You see I had my eyes on you from way across the room You looked so good from over here, I can smell your perfume I assume, if I got ta come and get ya Ya'd think I was only out to hit ya, See, you's an intelligent chick With that Nestle type of smile, Held my temptations back for awhile Tell my brother Tah Lee, I'll be back, yeah That's Pretty Lou and Spigg Nice, so watch my jacket Make her touch to my lips, put the drink in my hand 'Till the center my legs expand Cuz [Freeky Tah] That's how we do Better forget her for me and you I give a shout out to my whole crew From New York City to Chicago too Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Markell Riley] Now a party ain't a party until I run through it Pick 'em stick 'em sick 'em, that how I do it Move it, get down keepin' ya'll movin' Certified game tight prove it, aight! Deala of the dancefloor, makin' all ya'll stomp and clap Ya feelin' me?, damn sure I had the answers for ya dancers Since way back, puttin' it down like that [Nutta Butta] I came in the door, 20 or more Watch the dancefloor, cause we like it raw Dom got my head spinnin' like a set of rims Nutta Butta like a pair of Timbs What the deal shorty?, wanna rock with me Take ya back, do the wop wit' me Spend the cash like Monopoly Words slurred and my vision is blurred But a party ain't a party 'til I slide with a bird, what? Repeat 1 until fade |
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Yeah, it's 97 going into 98
And I've been doin' this for mad years, payin' dues This is my heart, my purpose in life and finally I'm on Which brings me to realize that the tough life That I had only made me stronger, true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true Growin' up didn't want to have nothing to do wit' you Make you hittin' everybody went to high school wit' you Wanna play you close and jump in the pool wit' you I don't know what to do but this much is true And in the hood, they all like to knock your career And turn right around when you hot a gear I played Midas and told them that it's God I fear That the man upstairs, he control this here And it's funny how, soon as the money piles Everybody wanna play with that brother now Run me down, but when the doe gets low Only a few friends roll, you know And mama, bless her heart, she used to give me strife Said, "Lynisse, please do something with your life" And how it's gon' play out, I don't have a clue All I know is this much is true, true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true And I remember when, I used to feen for calls When I hit number one I had to scream out calls Used to see my Mama strugglin', worn from work Told her when I made it big she never goin'-a work I used to wish at night that my brothers in the street Hustlin', shit, they would live to the light And see another day somehow, find another way I vow To all my soldiers I hold you down From standin' in the rain to the rovers now I'm screamin' your name to warn you That the rollers is around To on-stage throwin' it down No matter where you at represent your hood No matter where I'm at I'm representing my hood And how it's gon' all play out I don't have a clue All I know is this much is true, true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true I've opened up my eyes to a brighter day Nobody in the block gave their life away We all tryin' to take it easily And everybody wanna make it seems is free Today it's all good and it seems so strange Since you look up in the hood now things done changed Kids they used to be wheelies for blocks Is out ridin' their bikes, doin' wheelies for blocks And bitches on the bench, still gossipin', who's she slidin' in Who's she slidin' with, outside partyin' Old timers in the back playin' dominoes Kids freestyling, all kinds of flows Girls flow through with designer clothes It's day now but you know how nighttime goes And how it's gon' play out I don't have a clue All I know is this much is true, true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true You know it's true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true You know it's true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true A ha ha ha ha I know this much is true You know it's true ... |
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from Queen Pen - My Melody (1999)
(Intro)
Queen Pen: Me'shell Ndegeocello, play for me, see'mon talk to me Me'shell: anyone know, it never ceases to amaze me how everbody's always in somebody else's business, looking for something, but 'cha know, for what it's worth - we could give a fuck! (chorus) Me'shell: Girlfriend, girlfriend, yes i had your girlfriend Queen Pen: If that was your girlfriend, if that was your girlfriend, if that was your girlfriend, she wasn't last night (x2) (verse 1) now how you just gon' be playa hatin' on me coz i got mad bitches just wanting me And i got mad niggaz just checkin' for me see I got more stock than you ever see, i be... The one that your main squeeze been diggin Pull you out your closet, sex on weekends It's my business of what i do, him or her, he or she, inside you So while you be yappin' and talkin to your friends Beefin 'bout that yellow chicken, the green benz I'll be havin' all your people's info with the second part of my ??? she slid the number, what you gettin mad at me for she said she was single when she closed my car door (chorus) (verse 2) Me'shell: so queen tell me, where did you meet her, Queen Pen: On the sunday, mac, she was walking out ??? I was just chillin, mindin my own business Sittin on the corner, waitin for my sister When she slid by, maybe 4 or 5 times Wanted me to notice the rhythm of her thighs Oh boy, uh, girls are just so funny to me I can see how niggas get into these beefs She knew she had a man when she came up in the piece She said she was a regular and how about me, If she gave me her digits would i call her after three The way she fliked her hips made you move to have to see How these chinese jamaican tried to draw it by me It never ceases to amaze me Me'shell: Ain't nobody gotta know just how much you want me (chorus) (verse 3) Now how i've ran, you've only a few But you can back track and ask them how i do it how it is Who the flyest chick, with the phattest whip And run her all night, like a burger with a chip And if it's all good then i feature it again Like a fix remix, (if you need a fix) See you gots to be real like my ex beverly You don't have your man just stressin out on me Coz he can't control how you throw your pussy I'm a baller and i been for a ??? And if i choose to jerk her off then it's all on me See you claimed that was your girl, well that's not how it seems Uh, it never ceases to amaze me Me'shell: Coz i like to get down so if you's wants ta i will I love to love ya' baby (chorus) |
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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000) | |||||
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from Cut Killer - Ouragan (Double H Merchandising presente) (2012) |