歌手:Ghostface Killah
专辑:《Supreme Clientele》

作词 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
作曲 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
Songs Title：one
Yo, yeah {new ghostface!}
Yeah, to glorious days {one}
Yeah god, check it out yall
We back, yes yes yall {one}
（fake roller derbies）
Yeah, masked avengers
Were here to sharpen your sword {one}
All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan
Scream on it, ghost
Eh yo, we at the ****gate, waitin for jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right *****, pull out his kite from this white ***** {one}
Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only ***** I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast {one}
Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets {one}

Dru hill *****es, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {one}
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
When the narcs hit, rumor is you might start to spit {one}
You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {one}
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {one}
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice

Branches in my **** be the vein {one}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See that he rock a wrist, dude {one}
Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {one}
Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one}
To my real *****es take your draws off
To all my high ******, snatch her skirt off {one}
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that ***** face
And tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {one}
Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}
Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask
Thats the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {one}
Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {one}
Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed
Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {one}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {one}
Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one}
Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
Distract that cat while Im hot sugar get a crack at this {one}
****in down oprah, jump rope, david think hes rasta
Black man, dc hit to mocha {one}
Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover
Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Pastor troy layin for travolta {one}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one}
Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}
Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the **********in joint
We all connect as {one}
（aw ****, baby） straight up and down yall
（staple-town, yall） yo, how many girls you gotta ****, yo? {one}
（ah-hah, knowimsayin? trey-mack, what? ）
How many nuts you might bust? {one}
Haha, straight up and down
（how many shots? ） {one}
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（thats it） word up
How many cakes we bake, yall? {one}
（yo, yo, yo） {one}
（aw ****, haha） {one}
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