歌曲 | Cherchez LaGhost |
歌手 | Ghostface Killah |
专辑 | Supreme Clientele |
作词 : Browder, Coles, Darnell | |
Tommy mattola, lives on the road | |
He lost his lady, two months ago | |
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't | |
Oh wonder that love | |
[ghostface killah, (u-god)] | |
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me | |
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty | |
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all | |
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? | |
Goldie and ghost, black african rose | |
Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope | |
Airbrush w-b's, stop! | |
(shake your body, body) | |
And cop a couple of these | |
(she's a hottie, hottie) | |
[goldie] | |
Scottfree and chauncey, very upset | |
They're sick and tired of living in debt | |
Tired of roaches and tired of rats | |
I know they are over | |
[u-god] | |
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 nine, model dimes from bahamas | |
Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas | |
[goldie, (u-god), {ghost}] | |
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 | |
(blow 'em down God) | |
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) |
zuò cí : Browder, Coles, Darnell | |
Tommy mattola, lives on the road | |
He lost his lady, two months ago | |
Maybe he' ll find her, maybe he won' t | |
Oh wonder that love | |
ghostface killah, ugod | |
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me | |
No girl can freak me, I' m just too nasty | |
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y' all | |
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? | |
Goldie and ghost, black african rose | |
Starstudded low lenses, plus the mural was dope | |
Airbrush wb' s, stop! | |
shake your body, body | |
And cop a couple of these | |
she' s a hottie, hottie | |
goldie | |
Scottfree and chauncey, very upset | |
They' re sick and tired of living in debt | |
Tired of roaches and tired of rats | |
I know they are over | |
ugod | |
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 nine, model dimes from bahamas | |
Slim doodoo makers stuffed inside pajamas | |
goldie, ugod, ghost | |
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 | |
blow ' em down God | |
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 |