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Ghostface Killah Lyrics


Let's get this money, yeah nigga
Uh, shit is rockstar shit
Radiohead and all them niggas with all them fly names
Yeah, Green Day, Van Halen, Metallica shit
Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy

Yo, ay yo
Wallows is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill
Black Gotti dice I'm often the grill
Party and bullshit, the gun got a full clip
Stop running your trap, you get yapped for that loose lip
Triple goose feel like an OJ glove
And them Gucci seats in the jet is nothing but love
Push come to shove
I'ma burn an half of ounce in the skylark
Ice cold Dos Equis, I don't fuck with the landshark
AMG bop with the glass steering wheel
Petrified wood dash on the the crystal windshield
White tires gold diamond flakes in the paint job
Shit's so sexy, when you look, you get your dick hard
Impeccable, I'm more than intellectual
Dart throwin' don that'll stir fry your vegetable
Told Tanner I'll merk your grandma
For them dead presidents
You should never bite the hand par

I think I saw a ghost
Walking up and down the road
Going coast to coast
It won't stop until the lights turn off
Hangin' on to memories
Well here you go, it's bad for me
I think I saw a ghost
I think I saw a ghost

And that's the word to my mother
I love the motherfucking game, I like my bird to be smothered
Apple juice Beamer at Costco's
Rock and roll shit still make you do the wop though
Leather pyjamas, the house shoes off white
If I wanna win the finals then I gotta call Mike
Floor seats, smoking on purple punch
The other funds stuffed in the safe way up at Oregon
Time for me to shit on the rap game
Range Rove cruise on train tracks in the rain
Face twisted when I'm cracking your frame
Gates missing when I lamp on a plane
I may fracture your brain
Your girl's swimming, I still feel her wet weight
It's a drywall but the cactus remain
Vic Spencer now chilling at the function
This shit's so exclusive big Ghost ain't see it coming
Ayo Starks, man, give me some blue and green wallets

I think I saw a ghost
Walking up and down the road
Going coast to coast
It won't stop until the lights turn off
Hangin' on to memories
Well here you go, it's bad for me
I think I saw a ghost
I think I saw a ghost

Seems they come out at dark
Rockstar like Linkin Park
Guns we gon' let 'em spark
Two tone like Ghost Clark
Hoodie on like we stealing
Crowd look like Van Halen
Mixed with Public Enemy
Busloads of chicks trailin'
White boys'll ride for me
Black boys that die for me
Only keep it gangsta so the fuck boys they hide from me
Too big to stage dive
Too rich to drink and drive
But I still do it, how the fuck am I still alive?
Rap on this dope guitar
Lights on like it's the law
New faces, it's blue face the safe look like Avatar
Got bread for any car
Could buy out any bar
And I stand tall like Bruce and Abdul-Jabbar
Lyrically another level
Deep get another shovel
It's hard to hate on the god, so get another devil
Yeah, weed and liquor in my cup
Still middle fingers up
Wu-Block

I think I saw a ghost
Walking up and down the road
Going coast to coast
It won't stop until the lights turn off
Hangin' on the memories
Well here you go, it's bad for me
I think I saw a ghost
I think I saw a ghost

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Vic Spencer, Sean Divine Jacobs, Luke Holland, Dennis Coles

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Beanso

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
We at the weed gate waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is you might start to spit
You nice, Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dance floor
Makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan sesscapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wristful
Modern-day slave God, graveyard spells fog you goggles
Laying like needles in the hospital
Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle
Ziploc the air, hear thistle
[Pre-Chorus: T.M.F.]
To my real bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off"

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up (Grow up)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the past, heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar, get a crack at this
Dicking down Oprah, jump rope, David Dinkins
Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over
Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for Travolta
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up

[Outro: Ghostface Killah & Tommy Whispers]
Ayo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin' joint
We all connect as one
That's it, baby, straight up and down y'all, Staple-town, y'all
Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? One
Ah-hah, that's it? (Trey-Mack, what? Shaolin), yo
Staple-town, B (What?)
How many nuts you might bust? One
Haha, straight up and down (What?)
Take to drop a nigga, yo (What?)
How many shots? One
How many shots? I'm gunnin' for the dome
And it only takes one
That's it, word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? One
Yo, yo, yo, how many L's we smoke? One
Hahaha, at a time, nigga
At a time, you know we do, at a time
Dope fiends, dummy
Like, like, like, like (One)
How many bags it take to get these dope fiends off that bullshit?
One



Alexander Perez

Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wristful
Modern slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Laying like needles in the hospital
Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, hear thistle
To my real bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said, "take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up
Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice Roley laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this
Dicking down Oprah, jump-rope, David Dinkins
Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over
Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for Travolta
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up



Xolile Mgotywa

"Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the past, heavy ice Roley laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this"
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J Sun

This song never gets old. NEVER.

Feudal Lord

what the F is he talking about though?

Silva's Bullet Show

NEW GHOSTFACE

Success Always

2022

Louis Logie

Actual fact. Knowledge the god

joejoebk

TIMELESS

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BIG K N.F.L.

They should have a course study on deciphering the lyrics of the Great Ghostface Killah.

Feudal Lord

@Ismael Quintero thanks

Ismael Quintero

@Feudal Lord I believe it was Drink Champs

Feudal Lord

@Ismael Quintero Really? can you point to the interview where and when he said that because this song drove me crazy for decades

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