Killa Lipstick
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah... we gon' high to this
(The world's crazy, son yeah.. you know)
We gon' high to this (just something about her)
My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa
(You know, her bag was always heavy, everytime I been around it)
We gon' high to this (and diners, and restaurants, I don't know)
Yeah... yo...

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel
Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much
The way she smile, her face look pretty, though
Hands is soft, feet, no calysses
Her father owned six pallets in palaces
Laying out in New York, crush villas in Vegas
Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest
So I, pause the smooth talk, made her a drink
Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked
Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom
Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room
This check was loaded, equipped, with fifths
Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered
"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" But niggas get fooled
By the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch

[Chorus: Method Man]
Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlist
She killing the game, cuz she the business
Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness
Killa, I call you Killa cuz you slay me
Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady
Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby
Killa Lipstick, k-k-killa

[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, this white chick Everlay, she smell Downy
Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County
Double cokeheads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy
Listen to Prince and play with they wombs
Flight attendant out of Delta Airline, get money girls
Travelled the world, only one did jail time
Jade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the O.J. case
When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four A.M.
The bars closed, now we at it again
Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past it
Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchet
Didn't even say shit, she blasted, barrel smoking
Shot the Henny out his hand for laughing
These are my bitches, Nancy and Jade
Natural born killas be letting they guns blaze... god damn!

[Chorus]

[Masta Killa]
Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face it
This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it
Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex
This is thug sex, Iking it, nasty talk
As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheets
She's a freak, my view from the embassy suites
Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami
'You like it raw?' A tear drop, fucking you slow
I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet
If I switch beats, and hit you with angles, you might breathe
You know the Godbody make healthy wise seeds
You, plus a glass of weed, is all he need
You could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to Mars
To escaping at, one forty two?
They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach
Rain lifted whipping the port, from when I touch
Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In this song, Ghostface Killah is talking about a woman who is a “killa” or a hitwoman. He is intrigued by her and the way she handles herself. He talks about her being beautiful and wearing expensive clothes and accessories. He talks about going to her room and finding out that she is prepared for anything, with a suitcase loaded with weapons. She admits to being a hitwoman but he is not fooled by her sexiness and describes her as a “real gritty bitch”. In the chorus, Method Man refers to her as “Killa Lipstick”, acknowledging her dangerous profession as well as her beauty. Masta Killa later comes in and adds his perspective on this woman, describing her as someone who is not satisfied with the basics and enjoys rough sex.


Overall, the song paints a picture of a dangerous and alluring woman who can handle herself in any situation. Despite her beauty, her profession makes her a lethal force to be reckoned with.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, yeah... we gon' high to this
We're going to get high while listening to this song


(The world's crazy, son yeah.. you know)
The world is crazy, you know it


We gon' high to this (just something about her)
There's something about his girl that makes them want to get high


My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa
His girl is a killer


(You know, her bag was always heavy, everytime I been around it)
Her bag was always heavy whenever he was around her


We gon' high to this (and diners, and restaurants, I don't know)
They're going to get high while going to diners and restaurants


Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell
He couldn't get enough of her smell


Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel
He's not sure if it was Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel perfume


Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much
Her face is so beautiful, it could be in a Luther Vandross music video


The way she smile, her face look pretty, though
She has a pretty smile and a pretty face


Hands is soft, feet, no calysses
Her hands are soft and her feet don't have calluses


Her father owned six pallets in palaces
Her father is wealthy and owns six palaces


Laying out in New York, crush villas in Vegas
She can relax in her New York home and destroy villas in Vegas


Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest
She wears the latest designer fashion


So I, pause the smooth talk, made her a drink
He stops talking smoothly and makes her a drink


Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked
He blew her a kiss and she smiled and winked


Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom
She stands up, grabs his hand, and takes him to the bedroom


Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room
He opened his suitcase and went into the lead room


This check was loaded, equipped, with fifths
He was carrying a check loaded with weapons


Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered
The handles on the weapons were made of porcelain and had horseback designs


"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" But niggas get fooled
She tells him that she's a hitwoman but people often underestimate her


By the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch
She may be sexy, but she's a tough and gritty woman


Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits
His girl is a killer with a gun


A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlist
He's her next target in her hit list


She killing the game, cuz she the business
She's dominating the game because she's so good at what she does


Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness
She's the type of woman who will love you to death and then leave without a trace


Killa, I call you Killa cuz you slay me
He calls her Killa because she impresses him so much


Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady
He's impressed with how lethal she is, but still thinks of her as a lady


Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby
He's crazy about her and wants to have a baby with her


Yeah, this white chick Everlay, she smell Downy
There's a white woman named Everlay who smells like the laundry detergent Downy


Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County
Her best friend is named Jade and is from Rockland County


Double cokeheads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy
Everlay and Jade are drug addicts who love cartoons and perform oral sex on women


Listen to Prince and play with they wombs
They listen to Prince's music and masturbate


Flight attendant out of Delta Airline, get money girls
Jade is a flight attendant for Delta and both women are all about making money


Travelled the world, only one did jail time
They traveled the world, but only Jade has been to jail


Jade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the O.J. case
Jade's father is a judge and was involved in O.J. Simpson's trial


When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four A.M.
The mention of the O.J. Simpson trial leads to a change in subject to what's happening at four in the morning


The bars closed, now we at it again
They're going out again even though the bars are closed


Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past it
They encounter a drunk man who's being obnoxious but he gets over it quickly


Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchet
Nancy Drew (another woman with them) pulls out a gun from her purse


Didn't even say shit, she blasted, barrel smoking
She didn't hesitate and shot the gun, leaving the barrel smoking


Shot the Henny out his hand for laughing
She shot the bottle of Hennessy the man was holding while he was laughing


These are my bitches, Nancy and Jade
Nancy and Jade are his friends


Natural born killas be letting they guns blaze... god damn!
They're all killers and don't hesitate to use their guns


Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face it
She's tired of the same old thing and wants something new


This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it
He's giving her what she wants and satisfying her


Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex
He's willing to do it anywhere and she enjoys his gangster attitude


This is thug sex, Iking it, nasty talk
They're having rough sex and talking dirty to each other


As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheets
She's enjoying it and biting the sheets while he spanks her


She's a freak, my view from the embassy suites
She's very sexual and he's enjoying the view from the embassy suites


Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami
The view is off the beach shore and his late friend Ol' Dirty Bastard would've loved her


'You like it raw?' A tear drop, fucking you slow
He asks if she likes raw sex and then tears up while having slow sex with her


I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet
He sees her knees shaking and knows she's enjoying it


If I switch beats, and hit you with angles, you might breathe
If he changes up the rhythm and angles during sex, she might have trouble breathing


You know the Godbody make healthy wise seeds
He's confident that he makes healthy and wise children


You, plus a glass of weed, is all he need
She and some weed is all he needs


You could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to Mars
She can go anywhere, even to Mars if she wants


To escaping at, one forty two?
He asks if she wants to escape to one forty two (a specific location)


They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach
They take Jet Blue airline to get to Long Beach together


Rain lifted whipping the port, from when I touch
The rain clears up when he touches her


Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch
He looks for something nice to smoke and rolls a Dutch (blunt)


Killa Lipstick, k-k-killa
She's a killer with a gun and he calls her Killa




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RALPH AIKENS, ANTHONY CAPPUTO, DENNIS COLES, TYRONE CRUM, KEITH HARRISON, ROBERT NEAL, ROGER PARKER, CLARENCE SATCHELL, CLIFFORD SMITH, ELGIN TURNER

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"Probably half-crazy, lets go half on this baby".

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