Cherchez LaGhost — Ghostface Killah: текст песни

Goldie

Tommy Mottola lives on the road

He lost his lady, two months ago

Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't

Ohh wonder that love

Brothers tryin to pass me, but none couldn't match me

No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty

Lost on a dancefloors, I attack y'all

Snuck through the backdoor, guess who they saw?

Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose

Star-studded low lenses, but the mural was dope

Airbrush double-U bees, STOP!

(Shake your body, body)

And cop a couple of these

(She's a hottie-hottie)

Gofrey and Chancey very upset.

They're sick and tired of living in debt.

Tired of roaches and tired of rats

I know they are over.

One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin,

Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em

Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme

Fine Dr. Bizerk, Bicardi Lime

We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein

Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine

Swallow 9, model dimes from Bahamas

Slim dude who make us, stuffs inside pyjamas

They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby

They'll love you one second, then hate you the next

Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah

Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah

Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne

(Yeah, aha)

Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah

(Truly yours, peace boo)