Young fools, they've not got a clue. Think they're original, think they're smooth. Didn't see me back in the day. Old-school pale G born to slay. Early adopter of jungle fever. Jokers want to blame, until they see her. Dark-n-lovely, skin like mahogany. Slim-thick, walkin' tall like royalty... walkin' tall like royalty... [Break] Young wasp, grew up into a Queen Bee. Better come correct or she lash out and sting thee. Game I got, I knew how to step to she. Slow and easy, R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Young bucks still think they got a chance. Try to act coy but they don't know the dance. Queen of the Hive she calls their bluff. One word to her boy, here come Old-Man Buff.... No words... No dis... One look at these arms fools drop their fists. At a loss, nothing left to say. Steppin' off, live to fight another day. Regal strut, takes her Man by the arm. Queen-Bee-style-peace, nobody gets harmed. Bajan Queen knows the best comes yet. Off with her King head high into the Sunset!!!
