I'm on! (Come on!) It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh God's Son, never gone, never left King, I played every card in the deck The whole world waitin for what I'mma do next And y'all already know where I came from Queensbridge repper since day one Nigga,

You can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh see that girl, watch that scene Dig in the dancing queen You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen, feel

And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

And I saw her standin' there. Well, my heart went "boom," When I crossed that room, And I held her hand in mine Whoa, we danced through the night, And we held each other tight, And before too long I fell in love with her. Now I'll never dance with

Wild side, wild side Kneel down ye sinners to Streetwise religion Greed's been crowned the new King Hollywood dream teens Yesterday's trash queens Save the blessings for the final ring Amen! I carry my crucifix

The show must go on My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on Empty spaces, what are we living for? Abandoned places, I guess we know the score On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for? Another hero, another mindless crime Behind

I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no It's fuckin' TR3YWAY! It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, mm L-let these-l-let these

And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

La-la-ly, la-la-ly, la-la-ly-ly I'm slaying like the queen of swords I can be like a raging storm (La-la-ly, la-la-ly, la-la-ly-ly) Don't go asking me for apologies I'll sing 'till you hear my song This time you better believe that there's No way I'm

And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy) This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King, Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy) My rims are super clean, paint job that glitters and