PrimaNota.ru - самый крупный в мире бесплатный архив песенных текстов, аккордов, табулатур и нот


Ghostface Killah - Ghost Is Back - текст песни, видео

Регистрация Запомнить меня
Войти через:  Facebook Google Twitter Vk Yandex Mail.ru

Ghostface Killah - Ghost Is Back - текст песни, видео

Печатать
Просмотров: 144
Уроки эстрадного вокала в Санкт-Петербурге
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)] 
Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g 
I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year 
(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son? 
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is crazy 
Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga 
It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggaz is crazy) 
That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day 
(Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) 
Nah, son, because your shit's - (crazy, a happy New Year 
This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid 
That was the funniest shit in the book, that day (Find out who...) 
That's your toes right there! (Who the fuck said I broke 'em) 
Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) 
How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? 
Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo 
Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo 
I love you and all that, son (then say that!) 
You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) 
You my first cousin, though, but come on, man 
You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years though 
(You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son? 
(Cuz the nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man) 
Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka) 
Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no 
Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) 
NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! 
I love you my nigga, Happy New Year's! 
Fuck that, let's get this paper! 

[Ghostface Killah:] 
Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking 
How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees 
My attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatible 
Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you 
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poor 
I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt 
If you try calling the cops, it's not gon' work 
All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole 
And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert 
With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan 
With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter 
I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill 
With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field 
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build 

[sample x4:] "Ghost is back..." 

[Ghostface Killah:] 
Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat 
Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease 
Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad 
I'ma lay back and reveal your hoe 
She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss 
Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" 
Yeast infection, queen, she love dick 
Shivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks 
Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you 
Crucial, blow rugers at who you with 
We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all good 
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet 
And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad 
That's bad, flags red, dirt beds 
Ya'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth' heads 
We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads 
Knockin' niggaz off, knockin' niggaz out 
Fucking up rappers is what I'm about 
I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead 
Keep fronting and lose your head 

[sample x4:] "Ghost is back..." 

[Ghostface Killah:] 
You can decide on who's liver 
Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva 
Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound 
Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the town 
Don't let your gangsta, get you murked up 
Faggot ass homeys done got you worked up 
Rappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead 
Freeze, nigga, come off the bread 
Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising 
Ringing the boys bell like Verizon 
Eyes, looking suprised, that the four-five 
Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie 

[Outro: Ghostface Killah] 
Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island 
Holding the boy down, ya'll know what it do 
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz 
Yo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying? 
My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money come first 
That's right, yeah, get up in that building 
You tell L.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safe 
Word up, cause we coming, J-Love 
Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un 
You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo Bean 
You know what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, man 
We gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do 
I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy 
I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga 
Come through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is 
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep ya'll hands off him 
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex 
Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up 
I got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one... 
Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up? 
"Ghost got the juice, now"
Добавлено: 18.05.2012
Другие материалы по этой песне:
  • Текст (слова)

Страница создана 18.05.2012
http://primanota.ru/ghostface-killah/ghost-is-back-lyrics.htm
Привет, Гость.
Предлагаем пройти революционный курс по гитаре.
Подарок от PrimaNota.Ru, забирай!