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Shinin' star but not a movie actress |
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Mind refined, skintone many shades of blackness |
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And every man wanna have this, because she's the baddest |
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And her booty it got the fatness |
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Many come with excess bagage from broken homes |
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To heal her dome I wrote these poems |
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And most love to talk on the phone |
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The real ones they either love you or they leave you alone |
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Act childish even though they fullgrown |
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Some jump badge you gotta be like: shorty watch ya tone |
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Causin' commotion cause the species deal with emotion |
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No matter how dope they are they put you through the motion |
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Some move real fast and others in slow motion |
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The ones that's upset they have they granny fix some love potion |
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Some love flowers most smell like baby lotion |
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Some so ill they have a player talkin' love and devotion |
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The ones that been done wrong watch how you approach 'em |
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And save those phoney lines they can tell if you genuine |
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No matter how un-coachable I can coach you |
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I need to form my team...my black queen |
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[Hook x2: Jeru] |
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"The-the-the-the Queens" [x3] |
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Not "The bitches" |
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[Verse 2 - Jeru The Damaja] |
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Mother of mankind body a shrine black sunshine |
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God's most exquisit design wish they all were mine |
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The way she walk get me caught up everytime |
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Damn honey mad fine on some Sade shit is it a crime |
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The way she shake doubletape makes you break ya neck |
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Women little or nothing talkin' about she want respect |
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You gettin' weak she eat you up and gingerly step |
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But if it's tight then you just might get her in check |
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But come correct and don't have the wrong one have ya baby |
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Ask her how many niggaz she want she'll probably say three |
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Some love to love you some love to spend money |
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I'm crazy tight with my loot but she can get all my honey |
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My man doin' life behind ears and that ain't funny |
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And the sky is the limit if they find themselves a dummy |
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Most like exquisit gear but they crib look mad bummy |
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Believe in T.V. with no concept of reality..my black queen |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 3 - Jeru The Damaja] |
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Ancient universal symbol of fertility, black soil |
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Wicked royal and loyal her skin mask moves from baby oil |
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She makes my temper boil I'm bound of her duty |
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Whether she got a real fat, or real flat booty |
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Due love the now man woman and child she makes me smile |
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All those show her conference try to copy her style |
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Mothers watch my sisters and nieces |
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As I grow older my respect for her increases |
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If she a hoe I scoop up and teach her like Jesus |
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My excistance without her is meaningless |
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My goal is more than to get her undressed |
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I mentally caress this godess, pittoresque the nubian princess |
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See I once called her a bitch but she is a empress |
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And I can't live without her this I must confess |
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And thought sometimes she fills my life with stress |
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Nevertheless I love her to death...my black queen |
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[Hook x2] |
