Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bananas (Who You Gonna Call?), artist - Queen Latifah. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Bananas (Who You Gonna Call?) |
| Who you gonna call when it’s time to brawl |
| standin''round waitin’for my queendom to fall |
| Well I think not, styles are pipin’hot |
| Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got |
| I’m tellin’you straight up, all sleepin’beauties better wake up |
| I’ll tear your state up, so set the date up And I’m a rip it, what if it what was it Who did it, who does it From private to public |
| Anywhere I’m in there and been there |
| So recognize this, who the nicest |
| Sit down and settle for your constellation prizes |
| Whatever you want I got |
| Whether you ready or not |
| It’s about to get hot when I drop |
| So notes, pause another spot |
| To do you, don’t get me in a corner make me do you |
| Don’t try to be me, do you |
| Be coo’to you and do you |
| I’m on a higher level with different class, another plane |
| I am the Queen, that’s my name, time to explain |
| that I spit game with dames |
| Leave 'em all with shit stains |
| Split frames, hopin’you hopin’that I’m jokin' |
| Don’t know but still blink off like fo'-fo's |
| but so-so, slow mo’s comin’in like the po-po's |
| Don’t want rocks comin’at me the wrong way |
| Packin’much rocks, it’s gonna be a long day |
| And for real, spittin’on imbessiles and spinnin’wheels |
| on my 600 you want it, you must be blunted |
| I’ll take it to your stomach, run it, give me all |
| mic for mic, steppin’to me you gonna fall, we brawl |
| Throwin’a two-piece so loose leafs |
| It’s the Q-U-double-E-N |
| You know how I’m MCin' |
| See physically you not ready |
| Lyrically you not ready |
| Mentally maybe |
| Who talks tough, time to get the baby |
| No threats or small bets on my bond we can get it on From dusk 'til dawn from night 'til mourn |
| Some bubble hard squads are gone, no gimmicks, no tricks |
| 'til one of us admits it’s a battle a whisk |
| So look I’m off the hook, while you off the rocker |
| Thinkin’I’m shook, get the phone book, call the doctor |
| Are you out of your mind, doubtin’mines, out of line |
| Talkin’out your behind, shoutin’rhymes out of time |
| It’s all over, what’s up, yeah, what, what now, you tough now |
| Now you hush, hush now, ain’t sayin’too much now |
| Thought so, haunt yo’sleepin’ass, creepin’fast |
| like you was doin’somethin', now I gotta ruin somethin' |
| You image, your career, lookie here you whole life is hangin’in the air |
| like a chandilier, poppin’off like a can of beer, understand is it clear |
| If not let me put it in your ear that I’m royalty |
| Even though I’m low-key, you know me You be singin’over my tracks like it’s kareoke |
| If you don’t know the half you gon’feel the wrath |
| Represent the rugged path, the Flavor Unit staff |
| Droppin’math’matics, layin’you out like craftmatic |
| I’ll let you have it, so you don’t want the static |