woke Everything had turned around Still burnin' (Yeah) (Still yearnin') Still turnin' (A new day dawnin') (We're jivin') (Still drivin') Sky divin' (Early in the morning) Still burnin' (Yeah) Still yearnin' (And the wheel's) Still
Käännös: Queen. Still Burning.
two. I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain. Sweetie, you goin' on your 14th minute of fame, I'm over 10 years strong still running the game
2 I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame I'm over 10 years strong still running the game cut the
t no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage Burner
my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's (C'mon check out my melody) The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef Through any contest I'm victorious Still keep it real
yo dun, fuck the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in Queens the
nothin' really, hey, yo, dun, spark the Phillie So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in Queens
smack ya I might **** ya Half a million in diamonds, half a billion from rhymin' And I'm steady and climbin' that means I'm still growin' up Got you burned
I've crossed the holy flame Blood of Gods flows in my veins I feel my soul burning Visions of death gripping my mind Charming beauty, queen of passions
smooth talker, cause I'm a Queens New Yorker My rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker A bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of hardrocks When I turn thirty, I'll still
nights to sex my queen So no matter how hard it seems, dreams come true Keep Allah in our hearts, hugs and kisses, Toney Starks [Chorus] [Method Man] Uh, still
hail to the queen as I Put them dudes straight up and check 'cause the queen is mine Last forever, last forever We can be broke, holes in our coat even still
get burned with God-body fly automobiles with grills Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still Chill, peace to Queens
hollerin'? What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore Put the ball down, we can't score? They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of
now bony backs and stretched out Weary racks of snatch, in other words, I sold crack Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep Silk sheets and money heaps Still
fuck up 'cause it's been too long Say wait a minute, Queen, what's your name I be that gypsy flippin' life game From the right brain ascension maintained Rolling through like a burning
whip so fly Wish she could sing me a lullaby, to scoop her I've got to try In her eyes, there's a flame that burns right through my soul Can't pretend
