Bananas (Who You Gonna Call?) Songtext / Lyric

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Who you gonna call when it's time to brawl

standin' 'round waitin' for my queendom to fall

Well I think not, styles are pipin' hot

Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got






I'm tellin' you straight up, all sleepin' beauties better wake up

I'll tear your state up, so set the date up

And I'm a rip it, what if it what was it

Who did it, who does it

From private to public

Anywhere I'm in there and been there

So recognize this, who the nicest

Sit down and settle for your constellation prizes

Whatever you want I got

Whether you ready or not

It's about to get hot when I drop

So notes, pause another spot

To do you, don't get me in a corner make me do you

Don't try to be me, do you

Be coo' to you and do you

I'm on a higher level with different class, another plane

I am the Queen, that's my name, time to explain

that I spit game with dames

Leave 'em all with shit stains

Split frames, hopin' you hopin' that I'm jokin'

Don't know but still blink off like fo'-fo's

but so-so, slow mo's comin' in like the po-po's

Don't want rocks comin' at me the wrong way

Packin' much rocks, it's gonna be a long day

And for real, spittin' on imbessiles and spinnin' wheels

on my 600 you want it, you must be blunted

I'll take it to your stomach, run it, give me all

mic for mic, steppin' to me you gonna fall, we brawl

Throwin' a two-piece so loose leafs

It's the Q-U-double-E-N

You know how I'm MCin'



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See physically you not ready

Lyrically you not ready

Mentally maybe

Who talks tough, time to get the baby

No threats or small bets on my bond we can get it on

From dusk 'til dawn from night 'til mourn

Some bubble hard squads are gone, no gimmicks, no tricks

'til one of us admits it's a battle a whisk

So look I'm off the hook, while you off the rocker

Thinkin' I'm shook, get the phone book, call the doctor

Are you out of your mind, doubtin' mines, out of line

Talkin' out your behind, shoutin' rhymes out of time

It's all over, what's up, yeah, what, what now, you tough now

Now you hush, hush now, ain't sayin' too much now

Thought so, haunt yo' sleepin' ass, creepin' fast

like you was doin' somethin', now I gotta ruin somethin'

You image, your career, lookie here you whole life is hangin' in the air

like a chandilier, poppin' off like a can of beer, understand is it clear

If not let me put it in your ear that I'm royalty

Even though I'm low-key, you know me

You be singin' over my tracks like it's kareoke

If you don't know the half you gon' feel the wrath

Represent the rugged path, the Flavor Unit staff

Droppin' math'matics, layin' you out like craftmatic

I'll let you have it, so you don't want the static



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