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