The Fresh Queen of Mahjong
Now this is a story all about how,
my life got flip-turned upside down
and I'd like you to take a minute and just rip that bong,
I'll tell you all about how I became the queen of mahjong!
In west Nagano, born and raised
at the mahjong table where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin' and playin' all cool
And all shootin' some tiles outside of mah school
When a couple a' teams were up to no good,
Started makin' trouble in the neighborhood
I played in one little game and my uncle got spooked,
he said "you're movin' with your cousin to a prefecture outside this hood"
I begged and I pleaded with him day after day
but he packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
He gave me a kiss and then he gave me a ticket
I packed my mahjong tiles up and said "I might as well kick it"
First class, yo this is mad, drinkin' strawberry juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the rest of Ryuumonbuchi's living like?
Hmmm, this might be alright
My cousin Touka whistled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said "RYUUMON" and there was dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab cost some dough
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Nagano!"
I pulled up to the mansion at about 7 or 8
and I said to the cabbie "yo homes, smell ya later!"
I looked at my kingdom I was finally home,
the queen of Mahjong about to sit on her throne!
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