Queens Day 88 Lyrics
| Song | Queens Day 88 |
| Artist | Mathematics |
| Album | Love Hell or Right ( Da Come Up) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bean, Patterson, Walker | |
| (feat. Eyeslow , Poppa Don) | |
| [Intro: Poppa Don] | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh | |
| [Chorus: Poppa Don] | |
| Even if the world got it for me | |
| You're the one thing, I still love, yeah | |
| As long as you loving me together | |
| We gonna make this money right | |
| Nigga, listen to your heart | |
| [Eyes Low] | |
| Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do | |
| These niggas actin' up in the hood | |
| So I gotta, strap it up in the hood | |
| When I'm sellin', with the crew | |
| Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling | |
| Number 2, dealing is a team sport | |
| But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga's dreams short | |
| And I ain't try'nna get my dreams caught | |
| Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court | |
| It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up | |
| Cuz even Pop told me the'll be better days | |
| Queens, where the weapons blaze | |
| Pores pour, war is war, I'm self made and ghetto raised | |
| Still I need a place to get away | |
| From all this drama and commotion, I'm sucked with all this ganja | |
| And I'm smokin', uh, one day, I'ma shine | |
| But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Poppa Don] | |
| Sometimes we'll listen to others | |
| And I can be wrong... | |
| Put a little love in bit of candy | |
| We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain | |
| But as long as it be all easy | |
| And there's nothing we can do | |
| Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked | |
| I knew it was forever, oh oh oh | |
| [Eyes Low] | |
| Yo, now it's hard for me on this nine to five | |
| From hustler to working man, I'm like a whole different person, man | |
| Who'd ever think I'd be this kind of guy? | |
| Taking orders ain't good for my pride, I need a wood to get high | |
| Lost chicks, once stood by my side | |
| She a down individual, around, when it's critical | |
| And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride | |
| See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute | |
| Though I'm sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses | |
| Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office | |
| Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches | |
| Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I'm flossin' | |
| Friends get upset, I don't hang no more | |
| Said I changed since I ain't been in the game no more | |
| Fuck it, I know one day I'ma shine | |
| But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock | |
| [Chorus to fade] | |
| [Outro: Poppa Don] | |
| All my niggas, oh.. | |
| If I died tonight, don't cry | |
| If I died tonight, just get high | |
| For me... yeah | |
| It's that real shit man | |
| I'ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars | |
| Wake up a few A&R's, go hard | |
| As long as you loving me together | |
| I'ma lock the game |
| zuo qu : Bean, Patterson, Walker | |
| feat. Eyeslow , Poppa Don | |
| Intro: Poppa Don | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh | |
| Chorus: Poppa Don | |
| Even if the world got it for me | |
| You' re the one thing, I still love, yeah | |
| As long as you loving me together | |
| We gonna make this money right | |
| Nigga, listen to your heart | |
| Eyes Low | |
| Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do | |
| These niggas actin' up in the hood | |
| So I gotta, strap it up in the hood | |
| When I' m sellin', with the crew | |
| Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling | |
| Number 2, dealing is a team sport | |
| But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga' s dreams short | |
| And I ain' t try' nna get my dreams caught | |
| Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court | |
| It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up | |
| Cuz even Pop told me the' ll be better days | |
| Queens, where the weapons blaze | |
| Pores pour, war is war, I' m self made and ghetto raised | |
| Still I need a place to get away | |
| From all this drama and commotion, I' m sucked with all this ganja | |
| And I' m smokin', uh, one day, I' ma shine | |
| But for now, it' s one day at a time, let the chorus rock | |
| Chorus | |
| Poppa Don | |
| Sometimes we' ll listen to others | |
| And I can be wrong... | |
| Put a little love in bit of candy | |
| We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain | |
| But as long as it be all easy | |
| And there' s nothing we can do | |
| Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked | |
| I knew it was forever, oh oh oh | |
| Eyes Low | |
| Yo, now it' s hard for me on this nine to five | |
| From hustler to working man, I' m like a whole different person, man | |
| Who' d ever think I' d be this kind of guy? | |
| Taking orders ain' t good for my pride, I need a wood to get high | |
| Lost chicks, once stood by my side | |
| She a down individual, around, when it' s critical | |
| And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride | |
| See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute | |
| Though I' m sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses | |
| Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office | |
| Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches | |
| Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I' m flossin' | |
| Friends get upset, I don' t hang no more | |
| Said I changed since I ain' t been in the game no more | |
| Fuck it, I know one day I' ma shine | |
| But for now, it' s one day at a time, let the chorus rock | |
| Chorus to fade | |
| Outro: Poppa Don | |
| All my niggas, oh.. | |
| If I died tonight, don' t cry | |
| If I died tonight, just get high | |
| For me... yeah | |
| It' s that real shit man | |
| I' ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars | |
| Wake up a few A R' s, go hard | |
| As long as you loving me together | |
| I' ma lock the game |
| zuò qǔ : Bean, Patterson, Walker | |
| feat. Eyeslow , Poppa Don | |
| Intro: Poppa Don | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh | |
| Chorus: Poppa Don | |
| Even if the world got it for me | |
| You' re the one thing, I still love, yeah | |
| As long as you loving me together | |
| We gonna make this money right | |
| Nigga, listen to your heart | |
| Eyes Low | |
| Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do | |
| These niggas actin' up in the hood | |
| So I gotta, strap it up in the hood | |
| When I' m sellin', with the crew | |
| Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling | |
| Number 2, dealing is a team sport | |
| But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga' s dreams short | |
| And I ain' t try' nna get my dreams caught | |
| Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court | |
| It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up | |
| Cuz even Pop told me the' ll be better days | |
| Queens, where the weapons blaze | |
| Pores pour, war is war, I' m self made and ghetto raised | |
| Still I need a place to get away | |
| From all this drama and commotion, I' m sucked with all this ganja | |
| And I' m smokin', uh, one day, I' ma shine | |
| But for now, it' s one day at a time, let the chorus rock | |
| Chorus | |
| Poppa Don | |
| Sometimes we' ll listen to others | |
| And I can be wrong... | |
| Put a little love in bit of candy | |
| We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain | |
| But as long as it be all easy | |
| And there' s nothing we can do | |
| Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked | |
| I knew it was forever, oh oh oh | |
| Eyes Low | |
| Yo, now it' s hard for me on this nine to five | |
| From hustler to working man, I' m like a whole different person, man | |
| Who' d ever think I' d be this kind of guy? | |
| Taking orders ain' t good for my pride, I need a wood to get high | |
| Lost chicks, once stood by my side | |
| She a down individual, around, when it' s critical | |
| And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride | |
| See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute | |
| Though I' m sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses | |
| Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office | |
| Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches | |
| Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I' m flossin' | |
| Friends get upset, I don' t hang no more | |
| Said I changed since I ain' t been in the game no more | |
| Fuck it, I know one day I' ma shine | |
| But for now, it' s one day at a time, let the chorus rock | |
| Chorus to fade | |
| Outro: Poppa Don | |
| All my niggas, oh.. | |
| If I died tonight, don' t cry | |
| If I died tonight, just get high | |
| For me... yeah | |
| It' s that real shit man | |
| I' ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars | |
| Wake up a few A R' s, go hard | |
| As long as you loving me together | |
| I' ma lock the game |
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