Mother funker!
If you see her come, you better look away
When she`s down for a kill, that bitch is ready to play
If you need some time, she`ll hook you for a while
With her jasmine eyes and her granite smile
Her kingdom`s one twenty fifth to the lower east side
For the proper fee she`ll hook you for that ride
To her bad ass haunts that span all across town
She can speak with a sheik as well as get the funk down
Geronimo!
Chan!
So if you crave brass rings, then son you`d best beware
But if that`s the case, then you`re already there
She`ll spit you out and leave you wanting more
The queen of the night is just a burnt out whore
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