s essential For the presidentials, Certified testicles, Get sprayed forty decibels, The king and I, all you need in this world, I'm a bad girl, The high pitch Queen
face them fame, hate that change Rearrange and break them chain Let us take you beyond your reign Let us show you what you became That's the goal, get
them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them
iris out in queens had a cocaine lexus Dime sexes, she rock a leather g necklace Building reckless, queen kingpin deathwish Hit women that'll fuck you and return them
of things... [BAKER'S WIFE] Why, come in, little girl. [LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD] I wish... It's not for me, It's for my Granny in the woods. A loaf
show niggaz what it's all about It's us, the best of Queens, handguns to minks Top fashion, we flash and bang Niggaz think they Flash Gordon, we snatch
s upsetting and sweating ya pops Ringing the bell, ringing 'em hell I'm telling them facts, black be clever you better rebel You're outta here like flash
all dies Give no extension on the lynchin' It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his
been on It's the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on Ya shit sound too commercial Come cruisin through the hood mother fuckers will hurt ya You shouldn't them flash
still let us run the train Pulling Coolio's braids, it wasn't me, it was the fame Let a dame complain about disrespecting my African queen Ass hangin' out them
human disguise. Your hair was blacker than the feathers of ravens just a moment ago, but now it's turned to even brighter than December's frosty snow
, birds, or flash glocks I walk around with two mac's,razors,and ice picks Just cause' you nigga's want to see me hurtin' like them It's all about the
amateur ass, damage your ass With a touch of class, handle that ass Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas Doing them cats, my crew's in
nigga Leave them under white covers Was a thumper Till he met the forty thunder Now I feel strange When I walk by his mother It's fucked up That's how
?Bloodsport for all?, said Corporal Flash And shoved me in a room full of C.S. gas Stuck me in a wet-suit to dry off in the sun And fed me pet food, Kit
their knees groveling before their queen She looks real nice like a shiny perfect thing Blinking on the edge of your sight And in a flash you mosey on
you women are men's mirrors I know some women who dodge balls like Ben Stiller Please understand, it's not to offend or seem bitter But every queen need
to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin