One
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

"Let's get this money" sets the tone for Ghostface Killah's "One," a rap that exemplifies his love for money, fame, and extravagance. The opening lines name-drop several classic rock bands such as Radiohead, Green Day, Van Halen, and Metallica. This foreshadows the rock-influenced sound of the song. Ghostface then proceeds to rap about his wealth and the luxuries of his lifestyle. He mentions his designer clothes, top-of-the-line car, and private jet. The lyrics also make references to OJ Simpson, gambling, and the 1990s' popular dance, the wop.


The chorus of the song, "I think I saw a ghost," expresses the haunting effect of wealth and fame on Ghostface's life. He hangs onto memories, but he cannot escape his past, no matter how much money he has. Ghostface acknowledges that his lifestyle is bad for him, but he cannot stop pursuing it. He also implies that he is above the law with lines such as "Too rich to drink and drive, but I still do it, how the fuck am I still alive?" Ghostface wants it all, and nothing will stop him.


Line by Line Meaning

Let's get this money, yeah nigga
We should focus on making money, my friend.


Uh, shit is rockstar shit
This is some rockstar level stuff we're doing.


Radiohead and all them niggas with all them fly names
Bands like Radiohead and others with cool names are getting recognition.


Yeah, Green Day, Van Halen, Metallica shit
Groups like Green Day, Van Halen and Metallica are pretty cool too.


Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy
Let's give a shout out to Ozzy Osbourne too.


Wallows is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill
My Wallows are nice, and my duffle bag is full of a million dollars.


Black Gotti dice I'm often the grill
I often have black Gotti dice on me while grilling.


Party and bullshit, the gun got a full clip
Although we're partying, I'm still packing a full clip in my gun in case of trouble.


Stop running your trap, you get yapped for that loose lip
If you can't keep your mouth shut, you might get hurt or even killed.


Triple goose feel like an OJ glove
Wearing a Triple Goose coat feels like wearing OJ Simpson's famous glove.


And them Gucci seats in the jet is nothing but love
I love the Gucci seats in my private jet.


Push come to shove
In the face of adversity or danger.


I'ma burn an half of ounce in the skylark
I'll smoke half an ounce in a '64 Buick Skylark car.


Ice cold Dos Equis, I don't fuck with the landshark
I prefer a cold Dos Equis beer and won't mess with Landshark Lager.


AMG bop with the glass steering wheel
I'm driving an AMG car and dancing to the music with the glass steering wheel.


Petrified wood dash on the the crystal windshield
The dash of the car has been made out of petrified wood and the windshield is crystal clear.


White tires gold diamond flakes in the paint job
The car has white tires and the paint job has flakes of gold and diamond in it.


Shit's so sexy, when you look, you get your dick hard
The car is so attractive that when you look at it, it's exciting.


Impeccable, I'm more than intellectual
I am flawless and have more than just intelligence to offer.


Dart throwin' don that'll stir fry your vegetable
I am quick at throwing darts and can make your vegetables sizzle.


Told Tanner I'll merk your grandma
I told Tanner I'll kill his grandma for the right price.


For them dead presidents
For the money.


You should never bite the hand par
You should never bite the hand that feeds you.


I think I saw a ghost
I believe I saw a ghost.


Walking up and down the road
The ghost was moving up and down the street.


Going coast to coast
The ghost is traveling from one end of the country to the other.


It won't stop until the lights turn off
The ghost will keep moving until the lights are turned off.


Hangin' on to memories
I am still holding onto past memories.


Well here you go, it's bad for me
Here's another memory that is not good for me to recall.


Seems they come out at dark
Ghosts tend to appear at night.


Rockstar like Linkin Park
Being a rockstar is like being in the band Linkin Park.


Guns we gon' let 'em spark
We are ready to use our guns if we have to.


Two tone like Ghost Clark
The car has a two-tone paint job, like a classic Rolls Royce nicknamed 'Ghost'.


Hoodie on like we stealing
I'm wearing a hoodie as if I'm going to steal something.


Crowd look like Van Halen
The audience looks like they are attending a Van Halen concert.


Mixed with Public Enemy
The audience is also like fans of Public Enemy.


Busloads of chicks trailin'
There are loads of women following me in buses.


White boys'll ride for me
White guys will support me no matter what.


Black boys that die for me
Black guys are willing to give their lives for me.


Only keep it gangsta so the fuck boys they hide from me
I act tough so that the weak guys stay away from me.


Too big to stage dive
I'm too famous to attempt jumping off the stage into the audience.


Too rich to drink and drive
I am wealthy enough to not risk drinking and driving.


But I still do it, how the fuck am I still alive?
I still drink and drive though it is dangerous, how have I survived this long?


Rap on this dope guitar
I'm rapping over a cool guitar sound.


Lights on like it's the law
The lights are flashing as if it is required by law.


New faces, it's blue face the safe look like Avatar
There are new people around, and my blue face watch looks like something from the movie Avatar.


Got bread for any car
I have money to buy any car that I want.


Could buy out any bar
I have the funds to buy out any bar I choose to.


And I stand tall like Bruce and Abdul-Jabbar
I stand tall like the famous basketball players Bruce Bowen and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.


Lyrically another level
My lyrical talent is above and beyond.


Deep get another shovel
I'm digging even deeper, bringing something new to the table.


It's hard to hate on the god, so get another devil
It's difficult to criticize someone like me, you'll need to find another target.


Yeah, weed and liquor in my cup
I have both marijuana and alcohol in my drink.


Still middle fingers up
I'm still giving the middle finger to my critics and haters.


Wu-Block
A reference to the rap supergroup formed by Ghostface Killah and Sheek Louch.




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Written by: Vic Spencer, Sean Divine Jacobs, Luke Holland, Dennis Coles

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[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



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@jsun7972

This song never gets old. NEVER.

@arronjeffers3727

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@osimos7

That verse " the devil planted fear inside the black babies" killed it.

@310matt310

50c sodas in the hood they go crazy

@kingburrito9514

thats the hook

@bwheel2962

Fast from the hog y’all and grow up

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