Queens Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

Outlaw, outlaw 

Uhh, uhh, yo, give me some of that haze man, that purple haze 

I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit' this wood no more 

Hydro, shit got my hydro tasting like smydro 

I'ma smoke a straight haze right now 

(Straight haze) 

Pone roll up there, ya heard me? 

Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me? Okay Slaam 

It's like this, yo 

Yo, yo, blood money is the anthem, it's never a myth 

I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts 

If I don't roll, then my nigga baby, he just twist 

He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth 

See shit change because I normally came 

On the are train now me and 5 in the Range 

We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns 

Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the millions 

Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings 

The same crime rates and the same damn killings 

A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice 

But now I'm Car hart and bullet proof is under my goose 

And go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce 

The curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow 

Yo, where my beers go? Send them right here, yo 

Yo, party's over, tell the rest of the crew 

Stash the drugs, the guns go to section two 

See me, all my life, yo, I had to sell drugs 

While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs 

While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs 

Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine 

Upon them lives, slanging rocks 'cause the world is mine 

I look out for you and you look out for me 

And we hold it down, you just wait and see 

Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels 

Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool 

Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food 

We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do 

'cause I'll be there with my thugs, I'll be right here waiting on you 

For my niggaz who bust pies, the customized fives 

To the vals, to the railroaded trails I cuss cops 

Enough shots and any generation 

I spit dead a plot in the making, I ride for every thug in the basement 

My soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table 

Every welcome to the hood sign, batting good times 

It's on over the projects a dark cloud one sided 

Till death bitches burning in gossip 

It's my turn to deposit the real, the logic, no college 

Just dollars and criminal knowledge 

Me and my codies, pass [unverified] 

I flash mo' wheat, than cash Cody, keep the mac on me 

When you stack niggaz act phony 

Shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood 

Never swear to a dead thug 

My name should be brought up in fame 

Never said in vain, spread like a letter chain in criminal slang 

We done had some time, I strive to get my shine 

On the block, slanging rocks 'cause the world is mine 

I look out for you, and you look out for me 

And we hold it down, you just wait and see 

Platinum chains and [unverified] frames and jewels 

Now these broke niggaz start act a fool 

Don't you know thugged out, straight eat ya food 

We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do 

'cause I'll be there with my thugs, I'll be right here waiting on you