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(feat. Lil' Kim) Mmm, mmm-mmm Check it out, the Queen Bee That's me My man Flex, he's up next Yeah, check it out Hey, yo Flex There's a lot of mufuckers out here that wanna be like us... real bad But we got to show them who's on top Nuhmean? Uh, check it out, uh Fellow bitches, adapt to any rebel wishes Check it out, the Queen Bee Lil' Kim, Yeah That's right Lil' Kim in the house Check it out Wit my man, Flex Uh Sometime a gal can get couth, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Ain't that the truth? Frontin like they bulletproof And those with no couth Get thrown off the roof, like Bishop with the Juice Songtextepart-nah, let your noose loose Bitches got the audac-ity tryin to say they gettin cash like me, get ass like me You couldn't be as classy as me Even if you roll a Eva curtain and diamonds on the surface it just defeats the purpose Hoe, I'ma double bitch I lick dicks sometimes for the hell of it Who stack chips like computers never celibate Stash weed in Bermuda Look around, look around, the room's empty So, I guess that be me The Queen B, Double E I keep my foes close like I used to chop my hoes close But this cat named Gicanno's Who used to call me bag lady Cause if you lick me from my index finger to the thumb, it shouldn't stay numb See, I live this life, you wish this life Dream this life, of royals Motherfuckers got you gas motor spoiled So what you gonna do when you run out of oil? Crumble like the foil This goes out to you Sealed with a kiss, the Queenuesche Uh, yeah, check it out Me and my man Flex; we just doin this shit That's why I'm up next, you know what I'm sayin? We been there Aus Songtexte Mania