Pharoahe Monch - Queens lyrics
[Pharoahe Monch - Queens lyrics]
There's a place I know where the bitches go
Where they rob you for your dough
And chill on the low in Southside
Queens, Queens where if you say, "The Ave"
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math in Southside
Queens, Queens
I knew this nigga named Donovan
Astonishing, the way he used
To handle the pill, god
(Word) let me speak about the way he
Used to dribble off his knees
And in the middle, at the same time
Guzzling a beer like a puzzle or a riddle
Discovering his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard, oops
Son got hops, never knew he would've grew it
Cool nigga, when it came to school
He blew it a scholar in acute
Nigga-risms and metropolitans
Kids hollering, "Yo, Donovan
Hey come around the block"
Youngest of three sons
Fucking with coupons and refunds
Food stamps still, he was a champ
Time to get loot for boots and kicks now
Fuck hoops, gotta impress the chicks now
His mama said, "Donovan, why are you
On the corner of Linden and Guy R brewer?"
He said, "Mama, listen close
I'mma tell you one time
You're killing my high, plus, I got a nine"
(What?) "All I be doing is putting in work
So you can get a brand new dress for church
I know the Devil lurks outside, man
It's cold but, I don't wanna get paid slow
And grow old like Papa
Plus I'm on parole, I got ta
Get paid off the streets to make ends meet"
With the back of her hand
She smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece
Pissed with no taste
That night, rocking Nikes
Eating Mike and Ikes
Slapboxing with a dyke on a bike too small
Thinking, "This time, next year, Mama
Be able to Ohh, shit!"
From across the streets, niggas approach
(Slow) well, get the metal out, too late
The guns flash in the melee
They wet him like Reggae Sunsplash
Son dashed with the quickness
Back into the ride with a smile on his face
The picture of pride
Blood coming from his mouth now
I'm at his side
Kneeling over Donovan's body before he died
Eyes fluttering up and down in his head
And with his last breath
This is what he said he said, "Why?
Why?" then I closed his eyes
There's a place I know where the people go
Where you could catch dough and
Chill on the low in Southside haha
Queens, Queens where if you say, "The Ave"
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math in Southside
Queens, Queens
And if you got a Glock, you could bust shots
Like Todd Scott, when the block be hot
In In In (What we talking 'bout?)
Queens, Queens
Ugh, c'mon, ugh c'mon, ugh, ugh
It's New York, right? I know where people go
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low
Where they rob you for your dough
And chill on the low in Southside
Queens, Queens where if you say, "The Ave"
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math in Southside
Queens, Queens
I knew this nigga named Donovan
Astonishing, the way he used
To handle the pill, god
(Word) let me speak about the way he
Used to dribble off his knees
And in the middle, at the same time
Guzzling a beer like a puzzle or a riddle
Discovering his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard, oops
Son got hops, never knew he would've grew it
Cool nigga, when it came to school
He blew it a scholar in acute
Nigga-risms and metropolitans
Kids hollering, "Yo, Donovan
Hey come around the block"
Youngest of three sons
Fucking with coupons and refunds
Food stamps still, he was a champ
Time to get loot for boots and kicks now
Fuck hoops, gotta impress the chicks now
His mama said, "Donovan, why are you
On the corner of Linden and Guy R brewer?"
He said, "Mama, listen close
I'mma tell you one time
You're killing my high, plus, I got a nine"
(What?) "All I be doing is putting in work
So you can get a brand new dress for church
I know the Devil lurks outside, man
It's cold but, I don't wanna get paid slow
And grow old like Papa
Plus I'm on parole, I got ta
Get paid off the streets to make ends meet"
With the back of her hand
She smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece
Pissed with no taste
That night, rocking Nikes
Eating Mike and Ikes
Slapboxing with a dyke on a bike too small
Thinking, "This time, next year, Mama
Be able to Ohh, shit!"
From across the streets, niggas approach
(Slow) well, get the metal out, too late
The guns flash in the melee
They wet him like Reggae Sunsplash
Son dashed with the quickness
Back into the ride with a smile on his face
The picture of pride
Blood coming from his mouth now
I'm at his side
Kneeling over Donovan's body before he died
Eyes fluttering up and down in his head
And with his last breath
This is what he said he said, "Why?
Why?" then I closed his eyes
There's a place I know where the people go
Where you could catch dough and
Chill on the low in Southside haha
Queens, Queens where if you say, "The Ave"
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math in Southside
Queens, Queens
And if you got a Glock, you could bust shots
Like Todd Scott, when the block be hot
In In In (What we talking 'bout?)
Queens, Queens
Ugh, c'mon, ugh c'mon, ugh, ugh
It's New York, right? I know where people go
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low