Queen Latifah

Queen Latifah - Bananas lyrics

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Who you gonna call when it's time to brawl
 standin' 'round waitin' for my queendom to fall
 Well I think not  styles are pipin' hot
 Blazin'  amazin'  I give it all I got

 I'm tellin' you straight up  all sleepin' beauties better wake up
 I'll tear your state up  so set the date up
 And I'm a rip it  what if it what was it
 Who did it  who does it
 From private to public
 Anywhere I'm in there and been there
 So recognize this, who the nicest
 Sit down and settle for your constellation prizes
 Whatever you want I got
 Whether you ready or not
 It's about to get hot when I drop
 So notes, pause another spot
 To do you, don't get me in a corner make me do you
 Don't try to be me, do you
 Be coo' to you and do you
 I'm on a higher level with different class, another plane
 I am the Queen, that's my name, time to explain
 that I spit game with dames
 Leave 'em all with shit stains
 Split frames, hopin' you hopin' that I'm jokin'
 Don't know but still blink off like fo'-fo's
 but so-so, slow mo's comin' in like the po-po's
 Don't want rocks comin' at me the wrong way
 Packin' much rocks, it's gonna be a long day
 And for real, spittin' on imbessiles and spinnin' wheels
 on my 600 you want it, you must be blunted
 I'll take it to your stomach, run it, give me all
 mic for mic, steppin' to me you gonna fall, we brawl
 Throwin' a two-piece so loose leafs
 It's the Q-U-double-E-N
 You know how I'm MCin'

 Chorus x2

 See physically you not ready
 Lyrically you not ready
 Mentally maybe
 Who talks tough, time to get the baby
 No threats or small bets on my bond we can get it on
 From dusk 'til dawn from night 'til mourn
 Some bubble hard squads are gone, no gimmicks, no tricks
 'til one of us admits it's a battle a whisk
 So look I'm off the hook, while you off the rocker
 Thinkin' I'm shook, get the phone book, call the doctor
 Are you out of your mind, doubtin' mines, out of line
 Talkin' out your behind, shoutin' rhymes out of time
 It's all over, what's up, yeah, what, what now, you tough now
 Now you hush, hush now, ain't sayin' too much now
 Thought so, haunt yo' sleepin' ass, creepin' fast
 like you was doin' somethin', now I gotta ruin somethin'
 You image, your career, lookie here you whole life is hangin' in the air
 like a chandilier, poppin' off like a can of beer, understand is it clear
 If not let me put it in your ear that I'm royalty
 Even though I'm low-key, you know me
 You be singin' over my tracks like it's kareoke
 If you don't know the half you gon' feel the wrath
 Represent the rugged path, the Flavor Unit staff
 Droppin' math'matics, layin' you out like craftmatic
 I'll let you have it, so you don't want the static

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Motown, Flavor Unit Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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