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]