Black Tequila )
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Where's my horns? Andale! Andale! Yo

Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm live, will start shit
Melt the place then break out like an arsonist
Classified to get it for a classic killing
If I turn my back and walk, that means I'm chilling
Got bitches in mi casa, boiling fresh lobsters
But I don't do the shellfish, I'mma just eat pasta
Turkey, Italian sausage, chopped up kielbasa
Doing hits from home, like an elite mobster
Love my onions diced up, real little, wifed up
Gotti trench men is real brittle, Poconos is where I go with the capos
Eleven Sammy the Bulls, ready to wack those
I'm half black, yo, half oregano
That's half Ital', yo, who he, I'm from that Island, yo
Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins
Commissioner Kelly, ya'll kill ya captain
That's word to my bitch that's laid off
That little patch in the pussy, word, I ate it off
Team move with hands in the air like Adolf
Hand me a big joint, bet I spray it off

Toma, toma, mira, big kid
Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe, right here, Poppy Wardrobe!
Maricon! Yeah

La Costra Nostra, La Familia
What, violate my family ties and I'mma kill ya'll
Mi amor, dami un beso, El Capitan, I'm ghettio
Hot sauce, on my Spaghetti-O's
Poppy Wardrobe, Mexican, handle a hose
All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol
Lights on when I come through, black Soprano, what
Two in the holster, my code name Darryl
Ride off in the sunset, sparking the barrel
Long boots on, my horse named White Boy John
Ride that side of that bitch, straight Mexican song
Ash hanging off the blunt, don't ever look at me wrong
In my heart piece stolen, Julio, I'm dirty
Up in the Arizona desert, where the shit get ugly
All my Staten Island riders, ride or die honchos
Get CREAM all day, leave our poncho
We bull fighting niggas, wrestle with broncos
And my team stay tight like Silver and Tonto
Carry a long whip, ya'll whip ya ass
Hard head Mexican dope, mixed with hash
Machete behind dough, with a rip in the slash
Desperado kids, me and Ghost, back at last

Toma, toma, Poppy Wardrobe
Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe
Bring it

Yeah, Cinco de Mayo, imported guns from Cairo
Got bagged with the toaster, beat the charge like rhinos
This bitch who's Albino, I met her out in Chi-Town
While I was out in Greek town, ordering gyros
The bad bitch keep a tool and a bible, quick to murder her rivals
And her pops was a gangsta disciple
He killed about a thousand vice lords, guns and knife wars
The feds came for him, so slick to the night ward
Down in the N.O., and right before he left
He wrote his daughter a memo, left stacks in the Benzo
It got hot, niggas selling, giving out the info
He paranoid, every 20 seconds out the window
Blow it in the limbo, he spazzed on Lorenzo
And smashed him in the head with his own son's Nintendo




About a week later, the boys came and rushed him
Kicked down his door, while he sleeping and cuffed him

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Ghostface Killah's "Black Tequila" are an exclamation of excitement, requesting horns to commence with the track. The rest of the song is a display of the Wu-Tang Clan member's masterful lyrical abilities, jumping from topic to topic with ease. The first verse sees Ghostface bragging about his ability to start a mosh pit and cause mayhem before retreating as if nothing happened. The following lines speak of his women, food preferences, and his heritage, announcing that he's half-black and half-Italian.


In the second verse, Ghostface Killah raps about his gang affiliations, referring to La Cosa Nostra and La Familia, warning anyone who violates his "family ties" that they will be killed. He then raps about his love for Mexican culture, sharing snippets of his experiences in Arizona and his interactions with Mexican people. Ghostface raps about his sharpness with weapons, narrating a story about an Albino woman he met in Chicago who carries a gun and a bible, quick to murder those who oppose her. The song ends with a tale of a gangster's downfall at the hands of the police.


"Black Tequila" is a track from Ghostface Killah's tenth studio album, "Ghostdini Wizard of Poetry in Emerald City," which features collaborations from several R&B and soul singers, such as John Legend, Estelle, and Raheem DeVaughn. The album was released in 2009 and showcases Ghostface's versatility as a rapper.


Line by Line Meaning

Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm live, will start shit
I'm ready to take on anyone in a brawl with my aggressive attitude


Melt the place then break out like an arsonist
I can destroy the scene with my music and leave like I'm guilty of burning something


Classified to get it for a classic killing
I am trained and skilled enough to carry out an expert-level assassination


If I turn my back and walk, that means I'm chilling
If I act like I don't care anymore, it's because I need a break from all the chaos


Got bitches in mi casa, boiling fresh lobsters
I have women over at my house, cooking up fresh seafood dishes


But I don't do the shellfish, I'mma just eat pasta
I don't eat shellfish, I stick to eating pasta instead


Turkey, Italian sausage, chopped up kielbasa
I like to mix different types of meat in my dishes, such as turkey, Italian sausage, and kielbasa


Doing hits from home, like an elite mobster
I am able to be a hitman from the comfort of my own home, like a top-level mafia boss


Love my onions diced up, real little, wifed up
I prefer my onions to be diced into small pieces and cooked with my meals


Gotti trench men is real brittle, Poconos is where I go with the capos
The trench-coat wearing men in Gotti's gang are weak and vulnerable, so I go to the Poconos with my fellow mafia leaders


Eleven Sammy the Bulls, ready to wack those
I have an army of hitmen, similar to Sammy the Bull, ready to take out anyone who crosses us


I'm half black, yo, half oregano
I am half African American and half Italian


That's half Ital', yo, who he, I'm from that Island, yo
That's half Italian, because I'm from the island of Staten where many Italian Americans reside


Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins
I'm from Staten Island, and I'm powerful enough to take out my enemies with ease


Commissioner Kelly, ya'll kill ya captain
I'm warning everyone that if they cross the line, they may end up dead - similar to NYPD Commissioner Kelly firing officers who don't follow the rules


That's word to my bitch that's laid off
I swear on my girlfriend who is currently unemployed


That little patch in the pussy, word, I ate it off
I made sure to pay close attention to the small patch of pubic hair on my girlfriend and pleased her orally


Team move with hands in the air like Adolf
My team moves together in unison, with our hands up in the air like Adolf Hitler


Hand me a big joint, bet I spray it off
Pass me a large joint and watch me enjoy it to the fullest


La Costra Nostra, La Familia
The Italian mafia is like a family and operates under the name 'La Costa Nostra'


What, violate my family ties and I'mma kill ya'll
If anyone tries to mess with my mafia family, I'll have them killed


Mi amor, dami un beso, El Capitan, I'm ghettio
My love, give me a kiss - I'm the leader of the ghetto


Hot sauce, on my Spaghetti-O's
I like to add hot sauce to my cans of Spaghetti-O's for some extra flavor


Poppy Wardrobe, Mexican, handle a hose
My friend, Poppy Wardrobe, is Mexican and knows how to handle a hose (potentially a reference to firefighting)


All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol
My gang members are able to navigate through any obstacle, including the border patrol


Lights on when I come through, black Soprano, what
Everyone pays attention to me when I enter the scene, and I represent the Black Soprano Family


Two in the holster, my code name Darryl
I carry two guns in my holster, and my undercover code name is Darryl


Ride off in the sunset, sparking the barrel
I'll ride away into the sunset, firing my gun as an act of bravado


Long boots on, my horse named White Boy John
I wear long boots while riding my horse, which I've named White Boy John


Ride that side of that bitch, straight Mexican song
I'll ride my horse along the side of the road, listening to Mexican music


Ash hanging off the blunt, don't ever look at me wrong
The ash from my blunt is hanging precariously, and I'll act out if anyone gives me the wrong look


In my heart piece stolen, Julio, I'm dirty
Someone has stolen a piece of my heart, and I'm feeling defeated and hurt


Up in the Arizona desert, where the shit get ugly
Things get dangerous and violent up in the Arizona desert


All my Staten Island riders, ride or die honchos
My loyal group of friends from Staten Island are willing to ride or die for me


Get CREAM all day, leave our poncho
We make money all day, and we'll leave our rain ponchos at home


We bull fighting niggas, wrestle with broncos
We are tough and ready to take on anyone, whether it's in a bull fight or wrestling with a wild bronco


And my team stay tight like Silver and Tonto
My team is always loyal and connected, like the Lone Ranger and his friend, Tonto


Carry a long whip, ya'll whip ya ass
I carry a long whip, and I'll use it to lash out at anyone who crosses me


Hard head Mexican dope, mixed with hash
I'm resilient and tough like hard-headed Mexican dope mixed with hash


Machete behind dough, with a rip in the slash
I've got a machete hidden behind the money, and I'm not afraid to use it


Desperado kids, me and Ghost, back at last
Ghostface Killah and I are back and ready to unleash our wild and dangerous personalities


Yeah, Cinco de Mayo, imported guns from Cairo
On the day of Cinco de Mayo, I can get my hands on guns imported from Cairo


Got bagged with the toaster, beat the charge like rhinos
I was caught with a gun and managed to beat the charges against me


This bitch who's Albino, I met her out in Chi-Town
I met a woman who has albinism when I was in Chicago


While I was out in Greek town, ordering gyros
I was in the Greek town neighborhood of Chicago, ordering some gyros


The bad bitch keep a tool and a bible, quick to murder her rivals
This woman is tough and always carrying a weapon and her Bible, and she's not afraid to kill her enemies


And her pops was a gangsta disciple
Her father was a member of the Gangster Disciples gang


He killed about a thousand vice lords, guns and knife wars
He was responsible for the death of many members of the Vice Lords gang, using both guns and knives


The feds came for him, so slick to the night ward
The FBI came after him, so he had to flee to the psych ward for cover


Down in the N.O., and right before he left
He was in New Orleans when he realized he had to leave


He wrote his daughter a memo, left stacks in the Benzo
Before he left, he wrote a memo to his daughter and left a lot of money in his car


It got hot, niggas selling, giving out the info
Things got heated, and people started selling each other out and giving out information to the authorities


He paranoid, every 20 seconds out the window
He was paranoid and constantly checking out the window for any signs of danger


Blow it in the limbo, he spazzed on Lorenzo
He did a bunch of drugs and freaked out on someone named Lorenzo


And smashed him in the head with his own son's Nintendo
He attacked Lorenzo and hit him in the head with his child's game console


About a week later, the boys came and rushed him
A week later, law enforcement officers showed up to arrest him


Kicked down his door, while he sleeping and cuffed him
They kicked his door down while he was sleeping and arrested him




Lyrics ยฉ THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Written by: ANAND BAKSHI, DENNIS COLES, PYARELAL LAXMIKANT, Adam Feeney, Darryl Hill, Theodore Bailey

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Anthony Zaino

this should have 3 million views

saken

@Deepak Pandit bhai 55k h lol

Deepak Pandit

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Janurary Bloodsport

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Hector Alva

Can't imagine having that much talent

William Cooper

โ€œHalf black yo half oreganoโ€
Talk to em slow Ghost

DrGreenThumbin

hahahah was that cappa tryin to make a horse noise in the beginning, funny shit

Patrick Petiprin

"I'm half black yo, half oregano.
That's half Italian yo, whoever he? I'm from that Island yo"

Dragonslayer

FAAAYA!

corey kudlik

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