Cleopatra Jones

Cleopatra Jones

Tell me your name, though

Don't do it

My name? (Johnny, don't do it, son)

Yeah (I'm telling you)

My name is Cleopatra Jones

I'm from Sumatra

Yeah, aight, that explains all your exoticness then, I see you

Exoticness? That's cute (yeah)

I never heard that before

Yeah

Blow off the branches, kid (ayo, yeah)

Pass me that wool hat (yeah, yeah)

And that cold glass of L'Acadie over there (there she go right there)

Yeah (that's her?)

Shit is real, Ra

What's her name again?

That's a fact (Cleopatra, Ra)

She was African, body spectacular, shit's immaculate

Smooth tone, we stayed on the phone hours just rapping

Talking 'bout planets, holding down Manhattan

Buying trucks, trading in Jerry high in the black Benz

Regulators, her jaw was delegated near elevators

That nigga elevated

Maude, they interrogated

Chef, this is rare when Chanel and Jade align me with you

But still a hell of hating

I sat there, forces on, true black suede

Fuck is going on? We some rap mayors

Yves Saint Laurent glasses with some fat Jayers

And cooling with my trap sprayers at Dreyer's

Most fly, those are my guys, Jack and Fat Gators

Diamond ring kings in the back bladed

Sax faded, dap faded

Him and Max peeling stacks, hold the strap, say it

Yo, chill, my nigga, my nigga (yo, yo, yo)

Fuck is y'all doing over there, man? (Cool out, man)

What the fuck is you doing? (See?)

Can't bring niggas out, see?

All these motherfuckin' anger around here (same shit)

You wildin', nigga, I'm chillin' with Cleopatra

Cleo, what up, Cleo?

Call me now

Well, fuck you then

Hope you fall in a bed flowers

Made of motherfuckin' poison ivy

She'll clap you if she have to

Miss Jones, Cleopatra

I'm Black Caesar, spark the reefer, peep the feature

Snoop and Meth

My queen a Sheba, glad to meet ya

Cocked the hammer

Long burner, truck turner

Cross 110th, knew a freak, she a nymph

Called a Foxy, she do karate, hit the shotty

Shot the teddy bear, sprayed the lobby, killed the posse

Don't stand there or you can be the next body

We gettin' money here, New Jacks livin' fair

My city full of lion, tigers, wolves, and bears

Few snakes we decapitate, caged heat

Penitentiary beef spills out into the streets

Pussy too sweet

Make you wanna tweet about it

Super fly, we from EMY, do or die

Who am I? Keep a bad queen on my side

Always down to ride

Mango margaritas, silk pajamas

On the beach in the Bahamas

Shallow llamas, Ramadamas, Nostradamus

What's the science, Lord? Just paying homage

Fully conscious

She my coffee, let her rule the world, bossy

MGT, GCC but she can never bos me

Jamel Arif, Wise Chief

Show controller, G-O-D

'Cause ain't no controlling me

It's not how it's meant to be

Now cipher (uh)

As far as my eye can see

Cleopatra Jones

Walking in you, been bad

Harry, you've been boozed up