歌手:Ghostface Killah
专辑:《Ghostdini Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City》

作曲 : Caputo, Coles, Turner
Ether Boy,
Def Jam, Ghostface,
Ron Browz
Oh, oh, oh [Ghostface Killah]
It's no special when them shots go down
You can catch one in the gut, and go down
The silencers work to muffle that sound
Snuck through tools and on the low down
Gangstas give it up, what
Big cups of
Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four wheeled-it up
I would talk to shorty but her ass ain't big enough
Her friends look like the type that'll just give it up
From abyss to gecko, stay bumrus*ing them hoes like
Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the
Funkmaster
Flex show
Even fat girls get twist into pretzels,
Toney Starks special [Chorus: Ron Browz]
She's a killer (oh) she's a killer (oh)
She's a killer, mami, you'se a killer
She's a killer (oh) she's a killer (oh)
She's a killer, shorty, you'se a killer
Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer
Oh, you got a man,
I'mma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking
Patron and, put your number in my phone and
Ain't trying to take you home and, we partying to the morning
Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning
Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning
Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning
Oh, oh, we partying to the morning [Ghostface Killah]
My co-defendant, her name's
Alexis ****** get caught up by the side of her breastses
She'll murder you while eating your breakfast
You'll die wanting to try how good her *** is
Baby's s*it wiggle like
J-Lo, her thing so good
Before you hit it, you be having to pray, yo
Don't wanna bust fast, best be on your
J-O She strictly ******, don't go both ways, yo
She independant and she fly
Bout 5'5, 5'6, bout yay high
Button-up pink boss s*irt, blue necktie
Every ***** in the club wanna eat that thigh
Surprise she stay on her toes like a prized ballerina
She tight, her stomping grounds is out in
Medina This pretty thing handle her biz, she carry those things
Ready to die like she related to
B.I.G. [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah (Shawn Wigs)]
Everybody's acting like they killing the town (Pardon me lord, I was sipping that brown)
This goes for the rappers, non-gun clappers
Yo, Wigs, get the cameras these is a bunch of actors (action)
Yet, my heat sing like
S*irley Caesar
You can come test me at, your own leisure
I'm ballin', gettin'
Arab money and
I pop champagne
And go hit shorty, shaking that thang, cuz [Chorus]