left Jack The more you see the less you know When others would leak it, his service is secret Plays God when it's your time to go Queen and country,
think of Bubba as yo' brother the color of mayonnaise We lockin' up these airwaves from La Grange to that staircase And your projects up in Queens with
She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase
Every night In Jungletown All the boogies in the street Radios turned up very loud Playin' Dancing Queen They love our music This English girl from the
do? Why when I married you you were such a meek little thing But honey among tigers you'd be queen If a poor little rabbit had you on his side Every hound in the country
the hood every family But what if Hip Hop didn't exist? There wouldn't be this, there wouldn't be Chris, Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist. No Queen
, what, what, what, what, what? (What, what, what?) What, what, what, what, what, what, what? (What, what, what? Superstar) Yo, hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana Forget a city slicker got country
a man from a munchkin I keep thumpin', run with a shady bunch and We was Murderville when Laverne was money-earnin' Getting' money like the Persians across the country
find the right girl? I've dated actresses, models, strippers, intellectuals Four months max, like Maxim, it's all sexual. Incredible, I've been to more than twenty countries
There's one thing i'm sure of, it's that Drugs destroy your mind and destroy Your home in the end it'll only lead our country into ruin We eat fish,
outside, and then they roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens
street, whatever, check this out, yo [Killah Priest] It's Priest standin' in his greatness, God's favorite I rock the Star like King David, my Queens
-hop greats, youknowhatI'msayin'? Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One, Kool G. Rap, Super Lover Cee Biz Markie, Heavy D, Lady Kazaam, Special Ed Slick Rick, Lakim Shabazz, Queen
udder on 'em So if you pimp, we even and bust a scudder on 'em Mighty L, the biggest, I mean rap religious Hit every country of the world, made 'em all
the purest perfection of love of all mighty god faced with the sword of the truth like a lightning rod city, states, countries and all abroad spacecraft
And you been around the world Wanna see what life's gonna offer you It's your young world and it's all for you You probably got a man in every country
Fathers would've been hot and bothered Watching boomdizzle, you know what I'm talking about From Philadelphia to Illinois, St. Louis, Alabama Country Gramma Queens
cold makin' money on a regular basis Pullin' out, knockin' sucker MC faces Travel round the world with my mind at ease No Calvin Klein, just wearin' Lee's Got credit in countries