Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Latifah's Law , by - Queen Latifah. Song from the album All Hail the Queen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.11.1989
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Latifah's Law |
| Alright listen, I’m back again cause that’s what you required of Me steady rhyming, and I’m so sick and tired of Being forced to put suckers in their place |
| You make me mad enough to punch you in the face |
| But I’m not trying, so never sound like I don’t bone to pick with you |
| Show and prove that you can stand on your own two |
| I speak the poetry, dissing those who keep on quoting me Try to play me, cease it, you don’t know me So smile in my face, behind my back take a line or two |
| I’m not an idiot, so who you think you lying to? |
| Queen Latifah’s here to lay the law down |
| So speed it up or shake it around because it’s a showdown |
| The 45 King is arising, suprising, hypnotising star, he’s up to par |
| So I hope you’ve prepared yourself for what you’re in for |
| This is Latifah’s Law |
| BMW’s and gold rope chains don’t impress me Or get you closer to the point you can undress me Get skeezed, you nose will bleed, that’s how they live life |
| Prepare to feel the wrath of the giver of all life |
| Fire and desire make you go a little higher |
| When I grab the wire of the mic |
| And get hype, I’m sorry you sound dot |
| Cause I roll like the homicide squad |
| You must be broke and, hoping that I’m soft but I’m dope and |
| Left you in the litter to consider coping with |
| Life, it’s trife yeah, but these things happen |
| You need to make it better, stop trying to be the mack again |
| Get a grip on the African way |
| Cause there’s a sucker born every day |
| Crime’s the way for you to see what the Queen saw |
| And this is Latifah’s law |
| Now DJ Mark made up a beat that he can bring you |
| And I of course supply the rhyme that you can swing to The Flavor Unit keeps all, and keeps a way to band |
| And slides keep the hardcore fall, cause I’m heavy-handed |
| Whip out a .45 caliber pen and begin |
| A funky message from beginning to end |
| Peace be to Africa, can’t forget my other land |
| Won’t fulfill my heart unless I speak about the motherland |
| You say you’re living right, but we know it’s nonsense |
| In case you forgot, just check your conscience |
| At showtime, I blow lines, you don’t get yours, I get mine |
| Your showtimes, you behind, the Queen Latifah divine |
| Rule number one: don’t step across the line that I drew |
| Number two: don’t take credit for something that you didn’t do Number three: check your heart, every man has a call |
| It’s time for me to go, but I’ll be back, y’all |