(+) Queen: Killer Queen Guitar Solo, + TAB
Tropicana groovy punch sipping
Usually up whipping for the stereo stereo
Tropicana watch 'em go bananas
When they see the whip they be like
There he go
Coming in on the 1 no time for the 2
369 she fine I'mma choose
Funk and the rock I'm a genre confused
Shit if the shoe fits don't mind if I do
Just climbed out the blue into the gold
Only thing I never did was fit to the mould
They did what they told I did what I felt like
Hulk hogan air guitar solo
On the belt like rreeoww
Intro unnecessary I been dope
Young legendary
I'm a fire need a hose
And some hoes I suppose
I should hire me a secretary (ah)
I ain't always been the best samaritan
But still I try
I ain't gotta go confessing every sin
But I will not lie
Don't kill my high on some matador shit
Don't mean much to me
When you scheme (on the low)
Don't mean mug at me be mad at your chick
She my trap queen
Cooking in the fortress (what up fetty?)
Now they wasn't ready for the brand new heavy
Funk for your mind body and soul soul
So if it don't bump in the trunk
I'm like adios I'm a
Tropicana groovy punch sipping
Usually up whipping for the stereo stereo
Tropicana watch 'em go banana
When they see the whip they be like
There he go there he go
Like ahhon the 2 this time
Gotta whole new attitude this time
Like ahhthat's you this mine
Look what a rapper do to get signed
And ahhi can't believe my eyes
My ears might lose my mind
I hear he a killer and you still say free my bro
Truth be told he should do his time
But hey that's another song
That's none of my business
What go around come around
One day it'll come along
I done come a long way
I been running off fumes
In pursuit of that bitch success
I can already smell her perfume
Man it's sweet like chariots
Swinging low where the berries picked
Verified it's very lit
Got a state on your back
Can you carry it? (huh)
Don't drop that dun dun dun
The dunce in the cap was once
In the back of the class
Ain't know how to act but I passed didn't I?
Do what I said did I lie? okay I'll wait
You wanna stay alive then
You gotta look him dead in the eyes
Otherwise on the high cause I'm a
Tropicana groovy punch sipping
Usually up whipping for the stereo stereo
Tropicana watch 'em go bananas
When they see the whip they be like
There he go there he go
Stereo stereo