Cryin' For The Queen

Album: The Stoop (2008)
  • Girl, you ain't got shit on me
    Ain't got shit on NYC
    Got nothin? on this city
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Go back to the motherland
    Have your mama hold your hand
    If you eat your eggs with runny beans
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Judgin? your behavior
    And your junkie routine
    It's time for you to get clean
    And stop creatin? a scene

    Girl, you ain't got shit on me
    Ain't got shit on NYC
    Got nothin? on this city
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    There's a recall on all employees
    Who behavin? all out of sorts
    Who can't hold their liquor
    Quicker, ya'll get off my turf

    I'll show you who got the curve
    Think I'm being territorial?
    I'ma get patriotic on ya ass
    Stars and stripes actin? all sassy and crass

    Class is in session
    Please stand for the pledge
    All you pretty party girl
    Step away from the ledge

    Have a seat, so I can begin to teach
    Today we're gonna learn
    About the word moderation
    Liberty and justice
    And somethin? like one nation

    Girl, you ain't got shit on me
    Ain't got shit on NYC
    Got nothin? on this city
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Go back to the motherland
    Have your mama hold you hand
    If you eat your eggs with runny beans
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Judgin? your behavior
    And your junkie routine
    It's time for you to get clean
    And stop creatin? a scene

    Girl, you ain't got shit on me
    Ain't got shit on NYC
    Got nothin? on this city
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Those who know me, know I ain't
    No straight lace sober freak
    But when it comes time to get the job done
    I make sure I'm at least able to speak

    Try to give a damn about presentation
    Try to make it look like it's not a vacation
    People paid to see a show
    They didn't just make a kind donation

    When you're singin? that song
    For the one millionth time
    And you're too gone to see
    That you no longer shine

    You start wishin? for another way
    To make your dime
    You wanna make a buck in America?
    Grab an application and get in line

    Girl, you ain't got shit on me
    Ain't got shit on NYC
    Got nothin? on this city
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Go back to the motherland
    Have your mama hold your hand
    If you eat your eggs with runny beans
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Judgin? your behavior
    And your junkie routine
    It's time for you to get clean
    And stop creatin? a scene

    Girl, you ain't got shit on me
    Ain't got shit on NYC
    Got nothin? on this city
    Save all that cryin?

    ?Cause you know you'll be missin?
    That same ol? tune
    Two weeks what you look like
    Every afternoon

    Then it comes you'll be like
    Cha ching, cha ching
    But minimum wage after taxes is like
    You must be fuckin? kiddin?

    Girl, you ain't got shit on me
    Ain't got shit on NYC
    Got nothin? on this city
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Go back to the motherland
    Have your mama hold your hand
    If you eat your eggs with runny beans
    Save all that cryin? for the queen

    Judgin? your behavior
    And your junkie routine
    It's time for you to get clean
    And stop creatin? a scene

    Girl, you ain't got shit on me
    Ain't got shit on NYC
    Got nothin? on this city
    Save all that cryin? for the queen
    Writer/s: MIKE MANGINI, IMANI COPPOLA, ADAM PALLIN, Michael Magini, Imani Francesca Coppola
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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