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Дата выпуска: 31.12.1996
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Язык песни: Английский
Queen Of The Click |
Artist: Queen Pen |
Album: My Melody |
Song: Queen of the Click |
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 |
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 |
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 |