lirik lagu ghostface killah - paisley darts
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
catch me on yo’ brochure with beach b-lls, at least three wh-r-s
head wop queens know how to work they jaws
they skin tone is coffee and milk, mixed up
-ss as big as my boss’ wife, stomach ripped up
spitting liquor in they mouth, cold moet
captain morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
with cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rock stars
bo gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars
and me, gunslinger, clips, c-ck d
my fashion on, i’m rocking ’em new rasheeds
i’ma finish ya, go in brother like mr. cee
you could find me f-cked up like the mice in cheese
life’s a b, bentley and big bills
bottles, biscuits, b-tches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
karate, black belt and i bring booze
to big bar brawls, ball games blasting, f-ck ’til my b-lls blue
we like the black yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
from every b-tch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
the cuban link n-gg-z is the realest
let my wallet walk, speak to n-gg-z, cops, judges
we put it down, columbian style, with three killas
based on money, dummies will die
it ain’t funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy
keep cool, n-gg-, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
and f-ck my sh-t up, and i’ma just lose
paid a lot of paper to live here
american gangster status, big brother, lemme get in ya ear
you know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is
we gon’ stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond sh-ts
based on a general’s fist of fury
neck, arm, money, all of that’s crispy jewelry
let me show you how i g ride, nina on both sides
n-body riding shotgun but the four-five
n-gg-, if you won’t try, i’ll give ya something to regret
throw that mothaf-cking semi to ya neck
throw the other black jimmy to ya chest
if you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less
pay respect, i’m a element of homicide housing
in other words, b-tch, i’m the resident from homicide housing
known for drug dealing, stack thousands
four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
at any time i could move up out this
and go and cop some sh-t up in the mountains
aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
timberland snow boots, collecting more cream than a toll booth
i grind daily, patriotic like tom brady
i’m the bomb, baby, ‘cuz what i write is beyond crazy
i’m the don with the teflon armor, good karma, mac palmer
call me arab diesel ‘cuz i’m a track bomber
roger that, my n-gg-z ain’t got it cracked
all we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottle caps
while you on the block getting indicted, we island hopping
globe trotting through the friendly skies flying united
there’s a party over here and everybody’s invited
the headliners is theodore and everybody’s excited
f-ck that, ’bout time we took it back to the block
the task force coming, i got crack in my sock
white rock on the dinner plate, get cash, sh-t is hot
smash whips on the interstate, we dash on the cops
it’s them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh
crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too
call ’em s-x pistols, ravishing, n-gg-, i’m rick rude
and ain’t many mothaf-ckas could fit up in rick’s shoes
man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living
that’s a given, like football players love white women
white linen, a tight denim, that -ss look right in ’em
sh-t, i’m riding ’em, cool as kahlua’s with ice in ’em, sh-t
aiyo, yo, yo, yo, i p-ss the mic to cap, nah, i p-ss it back
never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack
so knick knack patty wack, this is how we do it black
slap you with the almanac where actual facts is sold as facts
we on our grown man sh-t like quincy jones
traveling across the world while we smoking the bone
we all here grinding, y’all n-gg-z know what we do
we get it in with the murderland, chi-town too
hit you up, something nice ’til the death of yakub
swagger stuck on ya face like a new jack tool
right back at you, yeah me and my dude toney
we’ll f-ck with fake contracts and n-gg-z that’s phony
trying to get this money, right homey
and lay back in the riverside, just chill, relax the dome piece
link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece
coming for that gwop, yeah n-gg-, you got beef
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