I know, don't call you shorty
You're not impressed with wannabe thugs
Drinking forties, jewelry all gaudy
Thoughts of you all tawdry
So I call you "My Queen"
And you ask what does that mean
Am I patronizing you or questioning your esteem
So I call you my lady
And you look crossed and say to me
"I'm a woman."
Like I can't tell
What? You think I ain't lookin'
So I ask if I could buy you a drink
And you say, "What? I guess you think..."
"You could get me drunk and I'll just sex you."
She said all stink
So I shake my head bewildered and to blow off some steam
And stare into the strobe lights
To find a common theme
So I ask, "What do you do?"
And you ask, "Why do you want to know."
So I stand up aggravated and say "Time to go."
"You give up too quick." You state licking your lips
My eyebrows crunch up, trying to figure out the moody bitch
Now wait a minute ladies, lemme clarify before y'all sistas riff
Only her disposition is such
She's an unpleasant chick
So as the evening came to an end, and the club emptied out
Here comes Miss Difficult
Handing me a napkin
With the number to her house
I look puzzled and she replies with this line
"I'm a woman for sure, if you're a gentlemen, I'm a lady..."
She said so sublime
"That's right I'm a queen are you my shiny Black knight."
Then I thought how she ignore a nuh and questioned her plight
"Damn right I'm not a shorty, I don't respond to those taunts..."
"But I'm a bitch, cause I always get what I want."