Pharoahe Monch - Queens Lyrics
Heheheh.. hey yo..Theres a place I know where the *****es goWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the lowIn southside.. queens, queensWhere if you say the ave.People automatically know the pathYou dont have to do the mathIn southside.. queens, queensI knew this nigga named donovanAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word? )Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his kneesAnd in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beerLike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoopScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard oopsSon got hot, never knew he woulda threw itCool nigga, when it came to school he blew itA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitansGet taller and yo donovan hey come around the blockDunn got the three sons, *****in with coupons and refundsFood stamps, and still he was a champTime to get loot for boots and kicks now***** hoops gotta impress the chicks nowHis momma said, donovan why are youOn the corner of linden, and got all rudeHe said, momma listen close ima tell you one timeYoure killin my high, plus I got a nineAll I be doin is puttin in workSo you can get a brand new dress for churchI know the devil lurks outside, man its coldBut I dont wanna get paid slow, and grow oldLike poppa - plus Im on parole I gottaGet paid off the streets, to make ends meetWith the back of her hand, she smacked him in the faceWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no tasteThat night, rockin nikes, eatin mikenikesSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too smallThinkin, this time, next year, momll be able to.. ohhh!Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slowWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flashIn the melee they wet him like reggae sunsplashSun dashed with the quickness, back into the rideWith a smile on his face, the picture of prideBlood comin from his mouth, now Im at his sideKneelin over donovans body before he diedEyes - flutterin up and down in his headAnd with his last breath this is what he saidHe said, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?Then I closed his eyesTheres a place I know where the people goWhere you can cash dough and chill on the lowIn southside.. queens, queensWhere if you say the ave.People automatically know the pathYou dont have to do the mathIn southside.. queens, queensAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shotsLike ? ? , when the block be hotIn.. what we talkin bout.. queens, queensUhh, cmon uhhCmon.. uhh uhhI know where people go..Where you can cash dough and chill on the low..
