Lyrics of Paper Queen - Ensi, Guè, Biggie Bash

Paper Queen (original)

She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin' up Mercedes down with the gangsters
Io non capisco queste signorine con la sindrome da dive
Facili d’indole fanno l’album delle figurine
Li collezionano e non c’entra il tasso alcolico
Queste te la danno, basta che non sei un anonimo
Attratte da quello che brilla come gazze ladre
A tratti spassionate, il cuore batte a mille millantate
Affezionate a tutto tranne che alla dignità
E confondono l’amore con due ore di notorietà
Il mio cuore però non si mastica, quindi tu, baby, ora fatti da parte
Perché io non sono fatto di plastica, baby, lo sai che la carne è carne
E se tu fossi meno bella, giuro, potrei non cascarci
Ma se fossi mia sorella, giuro, ti prenderei a schiaffi
Poi lo sai come va, lo sa pure lei che anche senza pass entra nel backstage
Potresti essere dentro in 60 secondi al contrario di Nicholas Cage
«Dovresti» dicono gli altri, se lo volessi, non preoccuparti
Penso a un domani se avessi una figlia che un po' ti assomiglia e potrei
suicidarmi
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin' up Mercedes down with the gangsters
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin' up Mercedes down with the gangsters
Pensavo che il peggio fosse passato, invece ho dovuto ricredermi
Il peggio è passato, nel senso che è passato a prendermi
E sono assuefatto a tutte 'ste tipe, diavolo, devo riprendermi
E sono in albergo, due tipe a fianco e il telefono in mano che voglio
riprendermi
'Sti rapper non mi amano, ma tutte 'ste tipe sì
Vogliono la G addosso come se fossi Gucci o Givenchy
Nuthin' but a G thang, raga
Tanta Roba è la label che mi paga
E solo per farvi vedere per un’altra botta e un altro bicchiere
Siete talmente sempre piegate che dovreste mettervi le ginocchiere
E so che non mi ami davvero, ma che ami 'sto grosso stile
Diamanti che ho al polso
E dire che tue e le tue amiche girate coi capi
Vi schiaccio pesante e mi chiamate papi
Parlo così perché è quello che vuoi
No che non ci sarà niente tra noi
Tutte 'ste tipe che vogliono il rap king e mi fanno stalking
'Sti rapper si sentono in cima
Li mando a fare il lavoro di prima
Tu non parlare, non siamo amici
Te lo metto in bocca e fotto quel che dici
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin' up Mercedes down with the gangsters
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin' up Mercedes down with the gangsters
She get close to Guè cuz I’m a real superstar
She run with Ensi, the king of freestyle
Dem girls are dutty even if dem pussy ah look nice
She do it every night
She feel the bass and wine
How come girl you still look so empty
Too much crack and cocaine, you just twenty
Who run di Hell road and deal with the Devil
Biggie, Guè and Ensi, kill off all the MC’s
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin' up Mercedes down with the gangsters
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin' up Mercedes down with the gangsters

(translation)

She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin 'up Mercedes down with the gangsters
I don't understand these ladies with the dive syndrome
Easy-natured, they make the sticker album
They collect them and the alcohol content is not involved
They give you these, as long as you are not anonymous
Attracted by what shines like thieving magpies
At times dispassionate, the heart beats with a thousand boasted
Be attached to everything but dignity
And they confuse love with two hours of fame
But my heart won't chew, so you, baby, now step aside
Because I'm not made of plastic, baby, you know meat is meat
And if you were less beautiful, I swear, I might not fall for it
But if you were my sister, I swear, I'd slap you
Then you know how it goes, she also knows that even without a pass she enters the backstage
You could be in in 60 seconds unlike Nicholas Cage
"You should," the others say, if you wanted to, don't worry
I think tomorrow if I had a daughter who looks a bit like you and I could
commit suicide
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin 'up Mercedes down with the gangsters
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin 'up Mercedes down with the gangsters
I thought the worst was over, but I had to change my mind
The worst is over, in the sense that he came to pick me up
And I'm addicted to all these girls, hell, I have to recover
And I'm in the hotel, two girls next to me and the phone in my hand that I want
recover
'These rappers don't love me, but all these girls do
They want the G on like you're Gucci or Givenchy
Nuthin 'but a G thang, raga
Tanta Roba is the label that pays me
And just to show you for another blow and another glass
You are always so bent that you should put on your knee pads
And I know you don't really love me, but you love this big style
Diamonds on my wrist
And to say that you and your friends turn heads
I crush you hard and you call me papi
I speak like that because that's what you want
No, there will be nothing between us
All these girls who want the rap king and stalk me
'Sti rappers feel on top
I'm sending them to do the work before
Don't talk, we're not friends
I'll put it in your mouth and fuck what you say
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin 'up Mercedes down with the gangsters
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin 'up Mercedes down with the gangsters
She get close to Guè cuz I'm a real superstar
She run with Ensi, the king of freestyle
Dem girls are dutty even if dem pussy ah look nice
She do it every night
She feel the bass and wine
How come girl you still look so empty
Too much crack and cocaine, you just twenty
Who run by Hell road and deal with the Devil
Biggie, Guè and Ensi, kill off all the MC's
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin 'up Mercedes down with the gangsters
She wanna get down, down, down, down, down
She wanna be the queen, but she she wears a bitch crown
She wanna get down with the hustlaz making green paper
Runnin 'up Mercedes down with the gangsters