queen, psychedelic shit got all kinds of green Chiddy Bang...spam we all on the scene Used to be academic probation and deans Now we sewing the machine, toast to the queen
, go, go, little queenie I said go, go, go, little queenie I said go, go, go, little queenie Won't someone tell me Who's the queen standin over by the record machine
soul I will lick your funky emotions" This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie Millie, a Brooklyn Queen
' good lovin' no good man of mine Could buy me a washin' machine But he spends all his money on payday to make me look like a queen Now rubbin' and scrubbin
Ooh, well I got a girl with a record machine When it comes to rockin' she's the queen We love to dance on a Saturday night All alone where I can hold
I saw her coming in high-heels, living like a queen A little sweet angel, but deep underneath a mean machine You're lying and wait to make me your fool
Tamba Reed! Tamba Reed! Tamba Reed! Me call roxy and she come in! Tamba Reed! Wah yu sey? Tamba Reed! Bring ya queen an left yuh machine! She a knock,
angels tread" Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking Within an hour the news had reached the media machine A male caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens
over that black-eyed cajun queen But outside of Amarillo, he found his thrill, I'll tell you Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine Oh Amarillo
make it Come on queenie Let's shake it Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie Won't ya tell me who the queen
Let me introduce you to my time machine See my suped up bird spread her golden wings Going back in black through my neighbourhood My main street middle
queen of the treadmill Trying to stay the size you think that I should stay I used to dream about what I would be Last night I dreamed about a washing machine
diamonds rings All them things dont mean a thing Chaperons and limousines Shopping for expensive things I be on the moovie screens Magazines and boogie scenes Im not clean, Im not pristine Im n queen, Im no machine
techno punk, dancing queen, She's so fine, she's all mine, And I don't even know why.. I'm be-be-beating like a heart attack, Came in fast, killing machine
d . . . I'd drag a girl such as yourself back to this . . . plastic hotel room and . . . rip you off for spare change to run a . . . to run a vibrating machine attached to this queen
started sleeping in that vest dog I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot nigga wig He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens
I'm Makaveli-trained and we on that ol' "Biggie" - YA HEAR ME? ! [The Game:] Young Buck, welcome home nigga... Queen Latifah... [Queen Latifah:] Whatcha