A Queens Thing

"Coming From Queens" *scratching*

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Yo

Light the leaf, lay sugar sweet

Inhale the mystic

The three shells by the toilet

I'm futuristic

I'm so ridiculous, my mental sickness-

Women, love a light skinned brown with lots of thickness

A Queen's thing, no shoes in the tatami room

Legs crossed sipping hot sake

Big drugs like a sushi roll

She see the cops, throw the drug up in a poopy hole

Plus she steered the coupe

Eyes shining like diamonds

Smiling like new veneers

Fuck her once, left a souvenir

Plus she take it through the rear door

I watched her change

Now she balling, got a clear floor

Halibut seared off

I'm not impressed though

Cigar full of pesto

Smoking rings, linen from Ernesto

Straight from Queens where it's wise to wear a vest, bro

We blowing up in the world, i'll never let go

[Hook]

"Coming From Queens" *scratching*

It's a Queen's Thing (3x)

[Verse 2: Kool G. Rap]

The streets know how I get down

I bang these weaponry

So think "before I let go"

Like Frankie Beverly

Yeah, I creep with your wife, kid

Her brain be heavenly

Dribble on my balls so crazy

Her game need a referee

Come and run to me and complain

Lean my press and squeeze

I hit your frame

Till you're shit stained and wet with pee

I'm a loose shooter

The color of the coupe puter

Stewardess on the dick on a plane to Aruba

Introduced her to the mile high club and scooped her

Told the bitch that I'm the QU Larry Hoover

I run things in the sewers

With flames from the Rugers

Keep heat like saunas

Crimes for the drama

With body armor up under Louis Vuitton farmers

Still trapped in the 80's, Dapper Dan crazy

Tan Mercedes, whip it past the traffic jam, baby

Hundred grand wrapped in rubber bands

Niggas straight cheese

It's me

[Hook]