Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Queens Day 88, artist - Mathematics. Album song Love Hell or Right ( Da Come Up), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Times
Song language: English
Queens Day 88 |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Huh, uh. |
yeah yeah, New York! |
Uh, uh Even if the world got it for me You’re the one thing, I still love, yeah |
As long as you loving me together |
We gonna make this money right |
Nigga, listen to your heart |
Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin’up in the hood |
So I gotta, strap it up in the hood |
When I’m sellin', with the crew |
Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling |
Number 2, dealing is a team sport |
But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga’s dreams short |
And I ain’t try’nna get my dreams caught |
Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court |
It gotta be some better ways, keepin’my head up Cuz even Pop told me the’ll be better days |
Queens, where the weapons blaze |
Pores pour, war is war, I’m self made and ghetto raised |
Still I need a place to get away |
From all this drama and commotion, I’m sucked with all this ganja |
And I’m smokin', uh, one day, I’ma shine |
But for now, it’s one day at a time, let the chorus rock |
Sometimes we’ll listen to others |
And I can be wrong… |
Put a little love in bit of candy |
We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain |
But as long as it be all easy |
And there’s nothing we can do Oh… yo, the first time, we clicked |
I knew it was forever, oh oh oh |
Yo, now it’s hard for me on this nine to five |
From hustler to working man, I’m like a whole different person, man |
Who’d ever think I’d be this kind of guy? |
Taking orders ain’t good for my pride, I need a wood to get high |
Lost chicks, once stood by my side |
She a down individual, around, when it’s critical |
And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride |
See me going hard now, but gon’lounge in a minute |
Though I’m sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses |
Tracin’up divorces, that get raises in the office |
Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches |
Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I’m flossin' |
Friends get upset, I don’t hang no more |
Said I changed since I ain’t been in the game no more |
Fuck it, I know one day I’ma shine |
But for now, it’s one day at a time, let the chorus rock |
All my niggas, oh. |
If I died tonight, don’t cry |
If I died tonight, just get high |
For me… yeah |
It’s that real shit man |
I’ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars |
Wake up a few A&R's, go hard |
As long as you loving me together |
I’ma lock the game |