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Queen Latifah - Bananas (Who You Gonna Call?) lyrics
Chorus x2: 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 Chorus x2 |
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