Oversættelse: The Pogues. Fem Grøn dronninger og Jean.
to me And I recall the moment Before it slipped away When 5 green queens On a black bin bag Meant all the world to me 5 green queens and Jean
Shake something, shake something Shake, shake, shake, shake something And I got some girls, about five or six And a five and six, about five or six
greens Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene And you're not from the regime and
lot of things And none of them were legal Debbi was a waitress And she came all the way from Queens Sit around and wonder how She got into those jeans
nigga, is die hard [Chorus: RZA] Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina You numb skull girls, be caught and talking Tina [RZA] Bitch, suck a dick and die, forty five
if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring
, L.I. And another crib in Queens I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head My favorite pork chops and plate of collar greens I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed And
Sleep, And Call It A Day I Want That Money, That Cash, That Queen, That Bread, That New, That Booty, That Green, I Want That Monkey in Between Them Jeans
post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to
them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about
With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene And
-shake, shake shake something [Verse 2 - Cam'Ron] And I got some girls, bout five or six And a five and six, about five or six I surprise the chick,
doesn't exist And yo, I guess I know what you're thinkin' about I hope you figurin' out, I ain't diggin' her out I just sit and I pout, piggin' out at Dairy Queen