Majesty

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)

Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)

I want your love, just lead me on

Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey

'Cause I'm a sucker for ya

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now (Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang)

The G5'll get me out there in an hour now

The MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' powder now

G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now

I got the trophies and the catalogue

Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue

I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs

The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

'Cause I'm a sucker for you

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now? (Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang)

I smoke 'em like hippies now

They see me, say, "Yippie," now

Homes runnin' like Griffey now

They switchin' like sissies now

You niggas is iffy now

Bitches tune switchin' up

We take 'em to Jiffy now

I'm thicker than peanut butter

He nuttin' like Skippy now

He want me to be his wife

His missus like sippi now, uh

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)

Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)

I want your love, just lead me on

Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey

'Cause I'm a sucker for ya

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

She invites me to the condo

Uh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh)

My side piece, but she's also

Someone's wife, so time we spend is borrowed

But it's our moment right here, **** tomorrow

'Cause moments like these are to die for and she's clear all

Nice and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde

So we got that lightning in a bottle

She's tipsy, I'm sober

So she gets a chip on her shoulder

Sits on the sofa, I go to load a

Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on

She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is over

Think that shit's got pneumonia"

I told her, "Bitch, now, just hold up!"

That's why rap needs a doctor

Our genre's lymph nodes are swole up

It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis

'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts

That's why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the culture

Speed it up a little bit!

You ain't dealin' with a ****in' featherweight

I used to medicate until I'd get a ****in' bellyache

And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake

I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate

Demented with the pen, I'll make the mother****er detonate

I wanna make it acappella, wait, I gotta set a date

With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate

And re-develop hell awaits, and I'ma get a special place...now

Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine

I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed

Like I'm a meteorite, and mother**** the ****ing media

Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia

I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast

And you're never gonna reach these heights

They're just too high to reach

And I ain't even reached my ****in' highest

You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek

And you might wanna decide to cheat

'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek

Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?

Even if you fire-breathe, it ain't shit you can say to inspire heat

If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet

And I'm back to rule the kingdom of **** it

Better not use me as your topic

Anybody who brings me up, duck it

Let me keep it one hundred

Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion

The queen and her husband

Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)

Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)

I want your love, just lead me on

Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey

'Cause I'm a sucker for ya

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Yo, let me hit you back

Told 'em I'd get you back

I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that

I am who did you that

You trippin', did you pack?

Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack

Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act

Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback

Ha, piggyback, ah, ah, ah back

Ah, ah, ah back

Ah, ah

Out ah road, they lovin' my style (Style)

The man them want digits for dial (Dial)

Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know (I know)

And when I come out, y'all suicidal ('Cidal)

Yeah, on the real, I'm these bitches' idol (Idol)

Gotta be dumb to make me your rival (Rival)

'Cause I'm too powerful ('Cause I'm too powerful)

And you not powerful (Yeah, you not powerful)

So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow (Die slow)

Die slow (Die slow), die slow (Die slow)

Jealousy is a disease, die slow (Die slow)

Die slow (Die slow), die slow

Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow