Список текстов песен queen pen

Текст песни:

Queen Pen: Me′shell Ndegeocello, play for me, c′mon talk to me

Me′shell: anyone know, it never ceases to amaze me how everbody′s always in

somebody else′s buisness, 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 buisness 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 rythm 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]

@ Queen Pen

Текст песни:

[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]

@ Queen Pen

Текст песни:

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]

@ Queen Pen

Текст песни:

[Riley] Big Dave, come in

[Big Dave] Yo, go ′head

[Riley] What′s your twenty?

[Big Dave] I′m in front of the A room right now

[Riley] Ten four

[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)

[Riley] She′s on her way to the back

[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)

[Riley] Don′t let nobody fuck with her (she comin′)

[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)

[Riley] She got a lot to say, aight?

[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin) I got cha



[Queen Pen]

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)



[Chorus: Queen Pen]

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 cheques?

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



[Chorus]



[Riley] Big Dave, come in

[Big Dave] Yo, go ′head

[Riley] What′s your twenty?

[Big Dave] I′m in front of the A room right now

[Riley] Ten four (I got cha!) (she comin)

[Riley] She′s on her way to the back

[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)

[Riley] Don′t let nobody fuck with her (she comin)

[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)

[Teddy Riley] She got a lot to say, aight?

[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin) I got cha

@ Queen Pen

Текст песни:

[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

@ Queen Pen

Текст песни:

Chorus: Teddy Riley
This is how it should be done
Cause this style is identical to none
How can I make you dance some more
(T.R.) That′s what I came here for

Repeat Chorus

And no wwww here′s the magnificent...
Funkyyyyyy momma!

Verse One: Queen Pen

Lyrical flows like WHAT
The man behind the music′ll make you JUMP
New Jack your Swing and make you SHAKE YOUR RUMP
No Diggi-ty tellin me this is WHAT YOU WANT, bass lines and snares
That′ll make you hump, WHY
Intimated by his fourteen year run, WELL
In ninety-seven he′s a different kind of funk, FUNK FUNK FUNK
We pulls together like a perfect hand to tongue, HAH
You pressed your luck and now you faster shit be sunk, ZOOM
Be combin through the future with your face punked, AND YOU
Forgot about the past, now what you want, platinum tracks
To put you on the map, NAH
Cause we gotta keep it in fam′, YEAH
You had your chance to be down wit da man, UH-HUH
So busy playa-hatin perpetratin, frauds
Articulatin, on his downfall, TRUE, you can′t take it

What the deal Ma?
Funky Momma blaze the track so you can feel her
I′m Miggidy I′m all about the dollar bills y′all, rock the Diamond Lex
All that shit behind my desk is signed in checks

[Teddy Riley]
Do you like hits baby, got em goin crazy on BlackStreet
You know it′s plaque time when me and the track meet
Save all your wack beats, Q.P. and T.R.
So precise with mics we should be surgeons in E.R.
The block knows (like that) baby girl be my diamond cause
She rocks shows (for Black) see my ones 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 (look back)
What I did, what I′m doin, where I take this (take that)
It′s kind of simple cause a n*gga just make hits (make tracks)
Peep the facts, keep a stack, on the Streets of Black
Ladies scream he′s the mack, cause
I kick, sh*t to make a fly chick you with
My chick, and plus funds just ridiculous
Cause I′m rich, we are T.R. you see Q.P.
That′s we BlackStreet, gone!

(You, can′t, take, it)

And no wwwwwwwww here′s the magnificent...
Funkyyyyyy mommaaaaaah!

[Queen Pen]
Now Teddy, JAM, for me ONE TIME
Cross that thin line make my hips BUMP N GRIND
What just happened, all this shadyness cause of platinum hits
Little Man be the sh*t, Funky Momma represent
It ain′t never been no different plus WE GOT WITNESSES
To account for alla dis sh*t, test we
And get your, block knocked off, UHH
You can keep yappin UNTIL YOU GET HOARSE
It don′t matter, we don′t, follow chit chatter
WE MAKE HITS, and calls, when situations get thick
ASK SAINT NICK, about the repoitoire
For those in the past, they know who they are
If the shoe fits trust, WE GON WEAR IT
And we beez the baddest click up on this planet
We paid the cost to be boss G*d [damn it]
Cause scared don′t win money, NOW DROP IT

Chorus (to fade)

@ Queen Pen

Текст песни:

[Intro]

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 politicing 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 makein′ moves up the steps we made eye contact

It was his gleam that brought me back, ligit

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 lovin

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...



[sung]

Just the way. I wanna 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 mistify 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 realisin′ that his wifey′ll always have his back, uh

...Check out my melody...



[sung]

Cause you love me baby....

Just the way I wanna 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 ′coz

No matter what my melody be′s a good man

No m,atter 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... uh



[sung]

′Coz you love me baby,

Just the way I wanna be loved,

Yeah... It′s so nice lyin′ here in you arms

Your personality has that charm

′Coz you love me baby,

Just the way I wanna be loved,

Oooh I could stay here for the rest of my life

I wanna be your lover, wanna maybe you wife

′Coz you love me baby,

Just the way I wanna be loved,

Yeah... Yeah... You love me baby...

@ Queen Pen

Текст песни:

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

@ Queen Pen

Текст песни:

[Intro:]

You dogs wanna know the life I live

You dogs wanna see the things I did

So much in this world is this shit

It′s just shit, just full of this



[Queen Pen]

Check it, on some down and dirty shit, Crown Height shit

Is you life thugged out Benji style shit

While you wanna front on your white style shit

Praisin all your dough on some real bullshit

I cops the high rent on land bitch

Without being platinum that′s that smart guy shit

You talk about keys but never flip wiz kid

The first to cop a pleed, that′s that real hot shit

Can′t pick or choose wit click you wanna run with

On the up and up that′s that real crab shit

Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit

But when it′s time to face a heat, you on that other type shit

I know what I did, what I seen, where I been

While you capitalize of this life you done lived

If you ask me that′s some real bullshit

Record called me suppin me up, fake artist shit



[Chorus: Joe Hooker]

You will never be better than me

See you much too smart to me

You will never be better than me

See you much too smart to me



[Queen Pen]

Talkin about a life that you know you never lived

You a studio gangsta phony artist shit

Poppin twenty bottles but never leave bid

That′s that show off, big trick shit

Makin trips outta town, I gotta survive type shit

Cashin in my stamps to make the ends meet shit

How do my niggas dose on some real legal shit

On the low that′s that real have your back type shit

Stickin around with your baby daddy down in the shit

That′s the daily life we live straight strugglin type shit

Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts shit

Fuckin around wit my click, get that face lift shit

On your Ms. locked down, you outta bail type shit

You a snitchin ass punk on that deep cover shit

Never nigga



[Chorus]



[Queen Pen]

We gets down for I′s on some ghetto star shit

′87, ′99, we was legendary chip chicks

On I-95, pushin big boy whips

Six bricks in the trunk, that′s that Braveheart shit

We done done it, lived it, wit you still talkin shit

And see a life thru your click, that′s the fraudulent shit

On some flippin now shit, gettin money typed shit

Smokin purple haze every day, every night shit

Bitches holdin grunges on that childish type shit

And when the dough get low tell me where your click is

We roll 50 deep on that war type shit

Hittas in the trunk that′s that real life shit

First trip around on some lesson earth shit

But this trip around, strictly QB shit

Bystorm shit, some more real shit

Up in ya face, stronjay type shit, ha



[Chorus]



[Hook x8]

I′m that shit, you that shit

Everybody gonna wanna rock my shit



[Chorus]

@ Queen Pen