Corona, Corona, Woodside, Woodside
Sunnyside, Sunnyside, Astoria, Astoria
Jackson Heights, Jackson Heights, Elmhurst, Elmhurst
Jamaica, Jamaica, Queensbridge, Queensbridge
Greenpoint, Greenpoint, Bushwick, Bushwick
Williamsburg, Williamsburg, Southside, Southside
Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Flatbush, Flatbush
The East, The East, Park Slope, Park Slope
Let me show you where the fuck I rep
See I'm just like you, I get twisted on the project steps
Cop blueys from New Apollos, bottles from Rich
Tuesday I'm up in Riviera's watchin 'em strip
Thursday is Eugene's takin a pop in his flicks
Friday I probably slide by the strip
You know Astoria pool, I can tell the people a story or two
Bout how us BQE warriors do (how we do)
Camille's to party rock 'em, man enough is the streets
Spin one, get it done, Tony Touch is a beast
See the slums where I'm from is like one of a kind
We get ones, have fun, and a gun out your mind
For the routes that we run, movin hundreds of dimes
Out them hoopties with the tints, low duckin the swine
And the only thing I ask is y'all be you, me?
I'll continue bein the king of this BQE
BK O.G.'s got it in at the lab
Queens O.G.'s know L'Amour East was bad
Back then you couldn't party outside of your hood
Nowadays it's okay, ey'thang all good
We all one, I only wanna know where the broad's from
Matter fact that's just convo to get in her drawers son
I stumble up inside Tracks, play up and play
In the whole night and Scandal's givin singles away
Somebody said Sweet Cherry's got the fattest asses
But Wild Wild West charge less to smash it
I miss E.B.'s now see that was classic
I got head on credit, shorty liked my glasses
I love where I came up, I'm still at Who's Next for a shape up
Still at City View with a straight slut
Still hold the block down in C.P.V
But more important I'm still the king of the BQE
I done been to Miami, Wet Willie's had me callin a cab
But nuttin beats the Bootlegger down on Marcy Ave
The Roscoe's out in L.A. that did me right
But ain't nuttin like an A.M. Kellogg's bite
Three egg whites, beef sausage and grits
I been to strip joints in the A, they suck the skin off of your dick
But round here we in there 'til like a quarter to six
Suckin tits, gettin chips, cause like all of 'em stiff
In Houston they lookin good with that candy paint
Up here the gun in the car, think that candy ain't?
So we ride round in hoopt's, we don't dress up whips
Do we floss? I mean of course, but them feds is pricks
I heard Chi-Town bang, yeah the set's is thick
Over here it's wild, Bloods catchin wreck with Crips
I just call it how I see it, this is what I see
Man I love bein the king of this BQE
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