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« Queens Please Rise »
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chorus
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Will da Queens please take da throne
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Da “Mack Daddy” of da eight –six
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A can in her hand and a rock on top
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In dey side and dey beggin please
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I often wonda if da sista runnin’ round with Aids man
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I ain’t sayin no name out of respect for her privacy
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Dat say ain’t no love lost
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Wit lil’ or nuthin on
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Cuz da kings dont want to be alone-
Yeah! ya know dat we love ya so
Baby please don’t drop yo crown no mo, Oh!
Verse 1
Got my childhood sweetheart turning out a straight trick
I shed tears every time I see her on the block
Noone cares dat she was high school Queen
Dey only want da prize in da skin tight jeans
She use to make da honor roll
Now a beer an da ten dollar stone is her only goal
Sixty- five pounds at most
And da dope stroll, dey call da sista “Casper Ghost”
She got a cute lil’ daughter and a lil’ son
But she don’t even know the daddy yet of either one
Welfare checks and stamps
Dey don’t last but twenty minutes while da children sit wit cramps
To da people upstairs for a slice of state cheese
She hasn’t had a bath in days
I seen her on da churchouse steps
Contemplatin on life and how’s she cheated her own self
So I watched the child cry
But you don’t see da tears cuz she cryin on da inside
Walked up to her and hugged her like my very own
Lady find ya throne (chorus repeated twice)
But da girl so surprised me
She use to play the stuck up role
Had da whole hood courting then returnin wit sad souls
But I just seen her yesterday
On da av. Wit a posse in a six-fo chevrolet
And I know dey ‚bout to hit da mote
What on earth went wrong and where was I when da law was wrote
When a sista disrespect morality at all costs
Man I gotta holla at God and beg him “please Lord keep me strong”
Jumpin round from car to car
I guess she thnk dat da freak thang’ll make her a major star
In and out of da clinic like dat is where she work
Now she’s back up on the ave in a mini skirt
Bangles and jangles n’ multicolored weave
In da club kissin every Tom,Dick and Steve
Home is where a dope boy dwells
I heard a brotha call her “bitch”
And da girl had laughing spells
But as she walked away I seen it in her face
Recognition dat her dream was a total waste
Pulled beside her and picked her up to take her home
Lady find ya throne ( chorus repeated twice)
by Jay from Florida
