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Your Majesty, Your Majesty
Miss Queen, Miss Queen
I’m digging you sporting all that bling-bling
Your gown is tight, with all them ruffles and things
Oooo… look at you, that crown matches your ring
I really like your style, and you age very well
Wearing that lingerie, brings you out of your shell
All the older men at this table is under your spell
When I grow up I want to be just like you
Rocking all that fly jewelry, while sporting that hair do
What did you think of the President?
Did you chill with his wife?
Did you two exchange stories of living a fairy tale life?
How did you like the food? You should come to my crib
I will cook you some good sh**, way better than them ribs
Matter fact, here is my address. We’re having a cook out tonight
Stop thru there, before you jump on that flight
They’ll be some chicken, some steak, and some black eyed peas
Potato salad, desert and some good ole country iced tea
I got some homemade BBQ sauce that you won’t be able to resist
And if you don’t want to get all messy, I will fry you some fish
You would get along real well with my auntie Janine
She starts the party as soon as she steps on the scene
She smokes a little herb and she is real serene
Very down to earth if you know what I mean
She’s around your age, but still has a good time
She don’t take no mess, she keeps the youngster’s in line
So come on thru, you will be just fine
And bring Prince Phillip; we got something for him to do
The guys will be playing craps, pool and some basket ball too
We want to show yall how we do it in the dirty south
Cause you a bad mutha….
(And Queen Elizabeth cuts me off and says)
“Shut your mouth”
**she shakes my hand and whispers to me, we’ll be there**
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