Anastasios Rammos, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Run–D.M.C. - Queens Day lyrics
[Anastasios Rammos, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Run–D.M.C. - Queens Day lyrics]
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Avenue
Make it seem easy
From the days of arm call
Niggas hung around blocks and corner stores
Herringbone chains and fantasies
Rushing the door
Niggas from Rochdale popping shells
Snatching rings fly from Shirt Kings
From Queensbridge to 118 i had my eyes open
Stepping out into the world
So fiendish, Ole English 'til I hurl
Growing pains a young kid
Learning early how to know the game
USA Roller Skate rink
Mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwing block
Parties and basketball games
A lotta cash made on Hollis Ave
Fast and change high rollers was living
Until the Task Force came
A lotta ghost towns and memories
Bad blooded enemies
So many died with the same
Gangsta pride that entered me
Peace to them old timers, they who taught us
How to stand strong and pass it
On to the sons and daughters we all glow
And I'm proud to be all that I know
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, who I die for
Survival, how we came a
Long way in solidarity
Don't let nothing try an spoil this day
To Run
D and Jay it's love and my thug salute
Cause real love's the only thing
That comes above this loot carhart jeans
It makes me think of LL's Troops
Let's celebrate, it's Queens Day
This one's for you
Some come out they hometown and
They never get dealt
But three teens from Queens took over
The world and never let go
Just regular cats you know that
Just happened to blow
Not anonymous with Hollis, Jake
Darrell and Joe
Ay yo, we made so that others could grow
Look at LL, A Tribe Called Quest
Mobb and Nas Esco
Ain't taking credit, we showing pride
Look at us now
Got haters mouths all open wide
Wondering how in some cases the only thing
That father and son
Have in common is they love for Run
Been the illest since day one
I'm too advanced to ever be caught
Who's more legendary than me
That's what I thought
And if somebody wanna test mine, yo
Watch this peter Piper picked peppers
And see I knew you knew the next line
And I bet you said it it's been a minute
I'm still the king of the
World so don't forget it
This is for my Q dogs
Who live the block life, pa
We grew up on Old English
Summertime Roy Wilkins Park
Used to be the shit, why they have to stop
On the Ave niggas looting
All the jewelry spots
Hit the Shirt Kings for an ill airbrush top
That'll match my Cortez Nikes
Niggas getting robbed at the back
Door coming out with bags
We used to get our gold
Fronts from Eddie's gold caps
What y'all know about that
I bet the whole Queens do
Around '86 with the chrome bass crew
The young guns and Lost Boys made the news
Queensbridge and Astoria, too
The story is true
So let's party for the borough and shit
And everybody come outside
Cause it's Queens Day kid
Make it seem easy
From the days of arm call
Niggas hung around blocks and corner stores
Herringbone chains and fantasies
Rushing the door
Niggas from Rochdale popping shells
Snatching rings fly from Shirt Kings
From Queensbridge to 118 i had my eyes open
Stepping out into the world
So fiendish, Ole English 'til I hurl
Growing pains a young kid
Learning early how to know the game
USA Roller Skate rink
Mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwing block
Parties and basketball games
A lotta cash made on Hollis Ave
Fast and change high rollers was living
Until the Task Force came
A lotta ghost towns and memories
Bad blooded enemies
So many died with the same
Gangsta pride that entered me
Peace to them old timers, they who taught us
How to stand strong and pass it
On to the sons and daughters we all glow
And I'm proud to be all that I know
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, who I die for
Survival, how we came a
Long way in solidarity
Don't let nothing try an spoil this day
To Run
D and Jay it's love and my thug salute
Cause real love's the only thing
That comes above this loot carhart jeans
It makes me think of LL's Troops
Let's celebrate, it's Queens Day
This one's for you
Some come out they hometown and
They never get dealt
But three teens from Queens took over
The world and never let go
Just regular cats you know that
Just happened to blow
Not anonymous with Hollis, Jake
Darrell and Joe
Ay yo, we made so that others could grow
Look at LL, A Tribe Called Quest
Mobb and Nas Esco
Ain't taking credit, we showing pride
Look at us now
Got haters mouths all open wide
Wondering how in some cases the only thing
That father and son
Have in common is they love for Run
Been the illest since day one
I'm too advanced to ever be caught
Who's more legendary than me
That's what I thought
And if somebody wanna test mine, yo
Watch this peter Piper picked peppers
And see I knew you knew the next line
And I bet you said it it's been a minute
I'm still the king of the
World so don't forget it
This is for my Q dogs
Who live the block life, pa
We grew up on Old English
Summertime Roy Wilkins Park
Used to be the shit, why they have to stop
On the Ave niggas looting
All the jewelry spots
Hit the Shirt Kings for an ill airbrush top
That'll match my Cortez Nikes
Niggas getting robbed at the back
Door coming out with bags
We used to get our gold
Fronts from Eddie's gold caps
What y'all know about that
I bet the whole Queens do
Around '86 with the chrome bass crew
The young guns and Lost Boys made the news
Queensbridge and Astoria, too
The story is true
So let's party for the borough and shit
And everybody come outside
Cause it's Queens Day kid