Yea, you already know, come on Yo I represents Queens, I prop scenes up
Yea the cops set me up, tried to play Action Good thing Im like Peyton with the play action Gold wagon need a diaper cuz Im shittin on em No lyin, engine like a retarded lion Very special, twist pussy like pretzel The travel named Fletcher Sit in the back of the Cadillac stretcher Maroon dash, air bloom when the platoon blast Blue grass in the Jag playin jazz Beige rider glove on my hand Dead chrome be bam bam baklava Sell 10 out the minivan like a saga mine Doctor octagon, aqua havaches on Put the fork in the pasta with the shitakies on it Aint a dime, get a move without papi on it Green paper, motherfuckers left sloppy for it
And you saved New York City And you saved New York City Yo I represents Queens, I prop scenes up
Throw the left hook, knock a horse out World came from across town, I put the fork down Through the nackin and the dessert disgusted Lick the mustard, kiss my cousin Motherfuck you know I do my thing, its nothing Suede patches on the elbow of the jacket Fruit savor bags for the green crack Toast to Sesame Cs on the scene best Candy sky, welcome Adidas Sittin courtside, need jazz Please, my bitch squeeze at 45 degrees While I shift the V with Mystique Kiss on your cheek, go to sleep I roll the leaf up uh, cut through the block with Queen Latifa A hundred grand wrapped in a flag of Trinidad I been a dad, smoke dough, got the same taste as a lemon head I wanna meet the bitch that invented head Korean meats laid on a lettuce bed, roll up