Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Queen, artist - Masta Killa.
Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Queen |
Uh… sweetness. |
beautiful queen |
Beautiful queen… beautiful queen, yeah |
Add a little sugar, honeysuckle and |
A great big expression of happiness |
Boy, you couldn’t miss. |
With a dozen roses, such will astound you |
Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction |
In passing, driven by a desire to know if she’s taken |
I was askin', «Is your heart vacant? |
Excuse me, Miss, how you feel? |
Can we build?» |
Could it be the mind you see, guidin' you to me? |
Extendin' my hand to welcome you in paradise |
Supreme observation, di-tect hesitation |
Your mind flashed back to other shit you’ve been through |
Others left you questionable, what’s acceptable? |
The first sight of this divine light might shy you |
Warm words melt the ice between us |
My thoughts penetrate and begin to break through |
Let’s hit Vegas while the weather is nice |
Kiss my hand before I roll my dice |
In the 7−45, L.I., rollin' up to your doorstep |
It’s just the simple thtings in life we do |
Watch the God as I’m shapin' and moldin' this planet I’m holdin' |
In suspended animation, love is the highest elevation |
Of understandin' I can show, over this candle-light scene |
This is King toast Queen |
We touch glasses, sippin' the finest imports |
Frankinmyrrh and Love Supreme, raspberry bubble bath cream |
Steam the mirror, I draw hearts with our name |
Relaxin' ya brain with sweet sounds from Claudine |
Gladys Knight on to Curtis Mayfield thing |
It’s just nice-ness, the absence of confusion |
Love, peace and happiness, pure bliss |
Reminisce about the evenin', hit me when you reach home |
Maybe we can build and add on over the phone |
Sugar I smoke bone, do you think that I’m wrong? |
Your moms might disapprove of my smooth rudeness |
Excuse, I don’t mean to intrude |
Aight, yeah love |
See you treatment is royal, relax and uncoil |
You spoiled with petals on ya bath water, love |
I rose in my whip with my wiz in thought |
It rained lightly on the window, the wipe was flowin' simu' |
To the melody, «Didn't I blow you mind?» |
Hit the spliff slow, sit low, seat reclined |
In due time, every square inch will be mine |
She so fine, reflectin' the light I shine, over wine |
I knew she had the good nook-nook from the first look |
Hair well groomed and thing |
Body wrapped with the Fendi sandle to match |
Coach back, swingin' on arm, approach the calm |
Skin buttermilk soft as Persian lamb cloth |
She asked for directions as if she was lost |
But fully in tune with the stars, Sun and Moon |
In the tomb, when Starks hit the milk of Lorna Doon |
Didn’t I blow your mind? |
Oh, didn’t I blow your mind? |
Oh, didn’t I blow your mind? |
Didn’t I blow your mind? |
Beautiful queens, beautiful queens |
Beautiful queens, beautiful queens |