Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Queen Of The Click , by - Queen PenRelease date: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Queen Of The Click |
| Artist: Queen Pen |
| Album: My Melody |
| Song: Queen of the Click |
| Click! |
| Hahhh (c'mon) street team (yeah) |
| Relax, make moves like what (like what, like what) |
| Brooklyn, Uptown (yeah) |
| Beak it down one time, to y’all |
| (Queen of the Click) |
| Lookie here, look at me, hah |
| Me and my boys we, poised to do big things this year |
| Make a lot of noise in dis here |
| We comes through with the multiple of ends |
| Then flows through with the multiple of Benzes |
| Cartier lenses, me and my mens’s |
| Bout to take over with a vengeance |
| Watch your spot cause we hot to trot |
| See we plottin for the top spot and that’s what we got |
| Now we hold it like convo', rhyme Don flow (yeah) |
| Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what? |
| Y’all ain’t know? Untold damage, shit |
| I got the flow that you can’t romantage |
| Make you whole vanish like Copperfield |
| Drop, to the bottom then I rise, to the top of the field |
| Drop your shield, y’all gon' be OK |
| And I’ll be much sleeker in the C.O.K., cause |
| Chorus: repeat 2X |
| I am (The Queen Pen of the Click |
| The littlest G with the, hottest shit |
| Here’s one thing y’all should never forget |
| That she flows like no other chick) |
| Rock chicks I’m dyin from boredom, please |
| I can’t wait for y’all to fall like autumn leaves |
| So I can shine like six-four sittin on deez, huh |
| The less be y’all, the more for me |
| I put it down like bad kids, stop the madness, shit |
| I roast y’all bitches with ad libs |
| The garbage shit stops, when the hottest shit drops |
| And y’all can’t front on how the shit knocks |
| Even haters, gotta love the STA-TUS, or the STAT-US |
| Y’all wanna hit, get at us |
| Hey you, wanna debut number one like we do? |
| You gots to roll with my crew |
| We got the cars with the rims got the rings and the ice |
| Put it all together let it all gleam nice |
| Gotta pay a mean price you go against my click |
| And here’s one thing y’all should never forget, that |
| I run circles around you, verb’ll straight serve you |
| Day to night we keep it tight like a girdle |
| Nine to five y’all should make it your job to |
| Keep Queen Pen close to your ears like a bob |
| We make this, world revolve with this music of ours |
| From S-950's to music guitars |
| You know the program, let no man, interrupt your flow |
| And if that’s your man, you better let him know |
| I’m like, Damien Oman, six-six-six |
| The way I be flowin is sick-sick-sick |
| Ice rope glowin, focus on the wrist, it takes |
| More than that to get close to dis |
| Straight hits on me with my nigga T.R. and |
| Gimme I be in, straight shinin |
| It’s all in the timin and how the shit clicks |
| And here’s one thing y’all should never forget, that |
| Yeah this is dedicated, to Crown Heights, Brooklyn |
| To all my street team, that finally made it |
| You saw we made it, here I am, I’m out |