作词 : Owens

You ain't got no work for me (no work)

Nor any Flavor Unit MC (no work)

You ain't got no work for me (no work)

You ain't got no work for the queen (no work)

Don't try to get fly, y'all

We're blackin' up eye *****

I run with a rough set

So don't get me upset

I gas you so hard, I leave you fartin'

You're soft as a buttercup

Stupid ass, so why you startin'

You're memorizing every damn lyric that I write

You're all up in my mouth every time I grab the mic

You need to learn a lesson from a female headbanger

Stop ridin' on my bra, you freakin' strap hanger

Until we play Techs, but I always stay free

I made a resolution for you, 1993

It's all about the Flavor Unit and my family

Cause I would die for all them and they would die for me

Leary about this intelligent female, all catch hell

An explanation of the Queen Latifah, spelled well

So blow up and know me

Don't even contemplate a theory about jerkin' me

You ain't got no work for me (no work)

You ain't got no work for the queen (no work)

You ain't got no work for me (no work)

Nor any Flavor Unit MC (no work)

Check it! (Play me like a child, but you know I'm grown)

(See waterworks, so take your broke ass home)

That was the way it started out back in the day

A little singin' joint with the hard core phrase

Amaze I wouldn't diss another sister 'less she had it coming

And even then, I would take it to her face

My presence is stunning

Cunning as a venus fly trap

Cause, word up, I fight back

And damn right, It's like that, so step back!

I'm not the type of girl you can run through and drop

I'm not the type of girl to be running to the cops

I know about everything that goes on on my block

And right beside my bed, I keep a Luger and a Glock

They're for the protection of a Flavor Unit queen

Me not gon' let ya go, until me hear ya scream

I look in your eyes, when I speak to your punk ass

I ought to put my feet to you

You ain't got no work for me (no work)

You ain't got no work for the queen (no work)

You ain't got no work for me (no work)

Nor any Flavor Unit MC (no work)

Now, this wicked curse hurts

Spank your girls and boys, I'm annoyed

You gots no work, so I lurk to keep you unemployed

I'm a part of a tribe with a ****

I scribe with nine lives, you're kicked inside outside

I used to ride the path across the tracks in your mouth

Until I jumped the turnstyle and the conductor threw me out

You feelin' kinda horny? Call a clinic on that grout

You's a dingy, dirty b1tch, So I gotta Shout it out

I had it up to here, plus there

Cause I'll be here plus there

While? pants? everywhere

N1gga-n1ggas say the hood ain't changed

I get my n1ggies with the hoodies

Far from goody, but they're bad instead

We're ready for the worst things first

Anything you thought, I thought twice

Thought through, and thought first

The queen picks the verse off a shirt

You hurt when I smirk, cause you know first

You ain't got no work for the queen (no work)

You ain't got no work for me (no work)

You ain't got no work for the queen (no work)

I said you ain't got no work for me (no work)

You ain't got no work for the queen (no work)

Nor any Flavor Unit MCs (no work)

I said you ain't got no work for me (no work)

I said you ain't got no work for me (no work)