Mother Funker!
    If you see her come, you better look away
  When she's down for a kill, that bitch is ready to play
  If you need some time, she'll hook you for a while
  With her jasmine eyes and her granite smile
  Her kingdom's One Twenty Fifth to the Lower East Side
  For the proper fee she'll hook you for that ride
  To her bad ass haunts that span all across town
  She can speak with a sheik as well as get the funk down
    Geronimo!
    Chan!
    So if you crave brass rings, then son you'd best beware
  But if that's the case, then you're already there
  She'll spit you out and leave you wanting more
  The queen of the night is just a burnt out whore