Mi Yard

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm Queen Eliza-bitch And everywhere's my castle I got plaques and hands all up on my mantle I'm the baddest you don't even hold the candle Super stop [?] sandals I like tomboy bitches, we stay in the kitchen We doin' blades and making ruckus at the tin tin We turning loud mouth bitches into chickens And we're cute as fuck so we don't go to prison [Refrain] Ante up and empty out your pockets Hit 'em up, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus Ante up and empty out your pockets Hit 'em up, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus [Verse 2] What's mine is mine Yours is getting robbery No matter where you are You're always on my property My life is hard work Don't chalk it up as lottery I signed with Boardwalk Don't you play Monopoly? [Chorus] Chillin' on the front steps, sipping cheap brew All the pinkies up, you ain't fucking with my crew My yard, my yard, I run this shit My yard, my yard, we run this shit Bad motherfuckers go and flood the room Pass another blunt, get high like we broke My yard, my yard, I run this shit My yard, my yard, we run this shit [Verse 3] I got my slap chop Found it on QVC Was I high when I ordered it? Stupidly I buy contraband, and never jewelry I'm the hardest chick to never hit puberty I run this street like it's Sesame, I couldn't make Cookie Monster think less of me If you say that you're down then you better be Old English, chase it with Hennesy [Refrain] Ante up and empty out your pockets Hit 'em up, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus Ante up and empty out your pockets Hit 'em up, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus [Verse 4] Zim zimmer? Who had the keys to the door? You can play the Sega but you'll never beat the score You can eat the food but don't touch my Cheez Whiz Call my house church, when I'm in it I'm Jesus [Chorus] Chillin' on the front steps, sipping cheap brew All the pinkies up, you ain't fucking with my crew My yard, my yard, I run this shit My yard, my yard, we run this shit Bad motherfuckers go and flood the room Pass another blunt, get high like we broke My yard, my yard, I run this shit My yard, my yard, we run this shit [Verse 5] I'm in your neighborhood I'm right, I meant blackout I'm the loud speakers with the stinky weed, bad house Jehova Witnesses they hit me everyday Since I told them I'm an atheist and next I'll say I'm gay The only green on my lawn is beer bottles We got a opossum in the ceiling, he's Charles Parties go so late, I give up and I go to bed All the house rules don't give a fuck what Nova said Moved to Crenshaw, the label wanted cheaper rent If I get shot I guess my record will be heaven sent I'll spray paint any room on any given day There's no deposit that I wouldn't go and piss away, way I could end up in Negril though But where the fuck will I get all the games for my Nintendo I hate a label, love to pick the strands up off my indo From Mandeville to TO, down to NY, still from Edmo [Chorus] Chillin' on the front steps, sipping cheap brew All the pinkies up, you ain't fucking with my crew My yard, my yard, I run this shit My yard, my yard, we run this shit Bad motherfuckers go and flood the room Pass another blunt, get high like we broke My yard, my yard, I run this shit My yard, my yard, we run this shit