LL Cool J - Queens Lyrics
LL Cool J Lyrics
Queens Lyrics
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You know fo' sho' we ain't playin'
When you hear us sayin': "It's a Queens thing, mayne! "
If ya ask what zip we claim
And hood we from we say: "Queens! Queens! Queens! "
[Verse 1:]
[Prodigy:]
Now we're tuned - with the sounds of the best
Niggaz that ever do it - and still doin' it the best.
This is what it sounds like - over in Q.U.,
The projects is haunted houses, real demons and ghouls.
Ya shakin' in ya shoes, get some Henny, light a dutch,
Smokin' back to back bogies - you scared to death son.
Out here is real tough - niggaz'll line you up,
Real sharp like the barber - get your hair cut!
[50 Cent:]
I bang bang and boogie, ya blood all over my hoodie!
You outside stuntin' with ya jewellery all goodie.
It's easy mayne! - Believe me mayne!
When I heard of a Jux that'll ease the pain.
I'm the shittiest nigga, I'll cut the prettiest nigga,
From his ear to his chin - I don't care if you his friends,
Yeah I did it back then - and I'll do it again,
I catch a flashback on ya Jack and wave the Mac-10. - "Man take that shit off! "
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
I don't slide like Usher, I don't make no bands!
I ain't a frontin' ass coward, I don't rinse soundscans.
I wish Ricky Russell was back, I miss tha old Def Jam!
Cus them new monkey's act like they don't know who I am!
The promotion and marketing wasn't worth a damn,
Now they on the balls again, cause 50 my man? !
It's a Queens thing doofy this is how we do,
We rep our hood goofy - how 'bout you?
This is L talkin' now some Patrone and trees,
Look at the Caliber of playa's that roll with me.
Now I'm back on top where I'm 'posed to be,
And y'all payin' the respect that niggaz owe to me! - Queens, nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
It's Queens duke you know what it is pop
They walk up on you and force you in the whip - barrells poked and your ribs popped.
Clear from a six shot, bills whilin' to hit cock
Apes with a shaver from C-Seventy-Six block!
Queens home of the gulliest goons! Fuzzy the room!
The .50 Caliber gun smoke! - Mack one in one toast!
Back when I slung dope. - Slingin' packs.
Stainless gat back to back of the DMC and the Run coke
Play the P.E logo! - Put in front of the gun scope!
Queens here me boy-boy; bring it here where they slump folks!
Dese' with a cartridge in - ready on your marks let's spin
Bark from the dark stop the hand shakin' like Parkinsons! Feel me?
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
My seat laid back - finger on the trigger,
Tints on the Hoopty - listenin' to +Thriller+.
"Mama-se, mama-sa, ma-macosa! "
I got 16 shots in my Ruga.
I put one in ya brain, ya medulla,
I'm in SouthSide Queens with my Luger.
I'll turn ya dreams into nightmares like Krueger,
But I'm not from Elm Street; I'm from Guy Brewer. - YEAH!
[Chorus]
You know fo' sho' we ain't playin'
When you hear us sayin': "It's a Queens thing, mayne! "
If ya ask what zip we claim
And hood we from we say: "Queens! Queens! Queens! "
[Verse 1:]
[Prodigy:]
Now we're tuned - with the sounds of the best
Niggaz that ever do it - and still doin' it the best.
This is what it sounds like - over in Q.U.,
The projects is haunted houses, real demons and ghouls.
Ya shakin' in ya shoes, get some Henny, light a dutch,
Smokin' back to back bogies - you scared to death son.
Out here is real tough - niggaz'll line you up,
Real sharp like the barber - get your hair cut!
[50 Cent:]
I bang bang and boogie, ya blood all over my hoodie!
You outside stuntin' with ya jewellery all goodie.
It's easy mayne! - Believe me mayne!
When I heard of a Jux that'll ease the pain.
I'm the shittiest nigga, I'll cut the prettiest nigga,
From his ear to his chin - I don't care if you his friends,
Yeah I did it back then - and I'll do it again,
I catch a flashback on ya Jack and wave the Mac-10. - "Man take that shit off! "
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
I don't slide like Usher, I don't make no bands!
I ain't a frontin' ass coward, I don't rinse soundscans.
I wish Ricky Russell was back, I miss tha old Def Jam!
Cus them new monkey's act like they don't know who I am!
The promotion and marketing wasn't worth a damn,
Now they on the balls again, cause 50 my man? !
It's a Queens thing doofy this is how we do,
We rep our hood goofy - how 'bout you?
This is L talkin' now some Patrone and trees,
Look at the Caliber of playa's that roll with me.
Now I'm back on top where I'm 'posed to be,
And y'all payin' the respect that niggaz owe to me! - Queens, nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
It's Queens duke you know what it is pop
They walk up on you and force you in the whip - barrells poked and your ribs popped.
Clear from a six shot, bills whilin' to hit cock
Apes with a shaver from C-Seventy-Six block!
Queens home of the gulliest goons! Fuzzy the room!
The .50 Caliber gun smoke! - Mack one in one toast!
Back when I slung dope. - Slingin' packs.
Stainless gat back to back of the DMC and the Run coke
Play the P.E logo! - Put in front of the gun scope!
Queens here me boy-boy; bring it here where they slump folks!
Dese' with a cartridge in - ready on your marks let's spin
Bark from the dark stop the hand shakin' like Parkinsons! Feel me?
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
My seat laid back - finger on the trigger,
Tints on the Hoopty - listenin' to +Thriller+.
"Mama-se, mama-sa, ma-macosa! "
I got 16 shots in my Ruga.
I put one in ya brain, ya medulla,
I'm in SouthSide Queens with my Luger.
I'll turn ya dreams into nightmares like Krueger,
But I'm not from Elm Street; I'm from Guy Brewer. - YEAH!
[Chorus]
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