Queen

[Intro: Masta Killa] Uh... sweetness.. beautiful queen Beautiful queen... beautiful queen, yeah [Hook: Curtis Mayfield "The Makings of You" sample] Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and A great big expression of happiness Boy, you couldn't miss.. With a dozen roses, such will astound you [Masta Killa] Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction In passing, driven by a desire to know if she's taken I was askin', "Is your heart vacant? Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? Can we build?" Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me? Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation Your mind flashed back to other shit you've been through Others left you questionable, what's acceptable? The first sight of this divine light might shy you Warm words melt the ice between us My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through [Hook w/ hook: Masta Killa] Let's hit Vegas while the weather is nice Kiss my hand before I roll my dice In the 7-45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep It's just the simple thtings in life we do [Masta Killa] Watch the God as I'm shapin' and moldin' this planet I'm holdin' In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene This is King toast Queen We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports Frank Emerge and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing It's just nice-ness, the absence of confusion Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home Maybe we can build and add on over the phone Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I'm wrong? Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness Excuse, I don't mean to intrude [Hook w/ hook] [Masta Killa] Aight, yeah love See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love I rose in my whip with my wiz and thought It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu' To the melody, "Didn't I blow you mind?" Hit the spliffs slow, sit low, seat reclined In due time, every square inch will be mines She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look Hair well groomed and thing Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth She asked for directions as if she was lost But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon [Hook w/ hook] [Allah Real] Didn't I blow your mind? Oh, didn't I blow your mind? Oh, didn't I blow your mind? Didn't I blow your mind? [Outro: Masta Killa] Beautiful queens, beautiful queens Beautiful queens, beautiful queens