Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Parlay, artist - Queen Latifah. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Parlay |
| Parlay? |
| Hardly. |
| Get money all day |
| Slip? |
| You fall prey, go out the hard way |
| Receive a caution, fuck the flossing |
| Slip and be costing |
| Strictly big bossing to get the fortune |
| Parlay? |
| Hardly. |
| Get money all day |
| Slip? |
| You fall prey, go out the hard way |
| Receive a caution, fuck the flossing |
| Slip and be costing |
| Strictly big bossing to get the fortune |
| You not ready to test the La |
| Faking the funk |
| Confess or die |
| Not physically, but lyrically |
| Come on, give it your best try |
| The flow’s coming |
| Don’t get caught up in it |
| Talking about straps and gats |
| When the only tools you had had water in it |
| Wait a minute, I’m about to spark shit |
| If you smoking 20 blunts a day |
| Chances are you smoking garbage |
| A whore bitch? |
| No me, no never |
| Too clever, too feminine |
| I’m on the winnin-in |
| Selector rewind and come again |
| Then let it drop again, don’t stop again |
| Rappers is petty |
| Latifah coming for her props again |
| No matter where in the US you reside |
| Lyrically I commit justifiable homicide |
| I represent the felines |
| The kind that used to like to tree climb |
| And been respected since I start to speak mine |
| Parlay? |
| Hardly. |
| Get money all day |
| Sleep? |
| You fall prey |
| Go out the hard way |
| Beyond lights and cameras |
| Behind the glamours |
| Ghetto scramblers with broken rammers |
| Cock the hammers |
| Fuck the flash and stashin' Benjamin grands and Jacksons |
| Money’s the passion |
| Greeds the lust for satisfaction |
| Cash flow like Castro |
| Fast dough don’t last though |
| Would you’d have let the mass know? |
| Feds don’t let that ass go |
| on your trail since uncover surveillance |
| Ya man in jail tense |
| He’s one of two assailants |
| Peeps the lesson |
| Use the 'xpression |
| Times are stressing |
| No depression, minds advanced like The Jetsons |
| No dirt where you be at |
| Think before you react |
| It’s the famous that’s |
| Quick to bring the heat back |
| Made moves wrong? |
| Fortune’s gone, you’re singing sad songs |
| Still reminiscing about the days you was on |
| Parlay? |
| Hardly. |
| Get money all day |
| Slip? |
| You fall prey |
| Go out the hard way |
| La Fem Markita & Latifah |
| Givin' you what you need |
| What it be about? |
| Heineken to the head |
| Yin to the yang |
| We vacation in places where the nation’s language is French |
| Ride the whip to Merrill Lynch |
| While others ride the bench |
| We come through in the clench |
| You never see us flinch |
| Your cheese come in increments |
| Mine come 'til I’m drenched |
| Slim bars from the femme squad |
| Chick meaner than M-Ra |
| Wanna spar? |
| We can go par |
| 5'2″, leave your chin scarred |
| No complication |
| Mine and conquer nations |
| Deep concentration |
| Realize the comp you’re facing |
| Ay yo, hand over this |
| Gettin' money hand over fist |
| No time to parlay |
| Hunting them hundreds that’s crisp |
| Producers that’s A-list |
| Lyrics that lace this to |
| Make sure these hits never miss |
| When we play this |
| Fem Markita, Queen Latifah, the double feature |
| A track done by each for thoughts to reach ya |
| Parlay? |
| Hardly. |
| Get money all day |
| Slip? |
| You fall prey |
| Go out the hard way |