Ghostface Killah

Текст песни Nutmeg

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  • Diggs
  • Robert F. / Andrews
  • Stephanie / Kersey
  • Ron / Coles
  • Dennis David / Cornelius
  • Don
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  • Hip-Hop
Теги:
  • 00s
  • big microphone hippie
  • the pitchfork 500
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Ghostface Killah - Текст песни Nutmeg

[Ghostface]

Yeah.. whassup y'all, whassup?

This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island

You know.. I don't really mean no harm..

but it just happens you know

when I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..

that tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em

Check it out though.. aiyyo..

Scientific, my hand kissed it

Robotic let's think optimistic

You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it

Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie

Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie

Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo

Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll

Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole

Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel

but Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide

Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie

I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted

Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded

You fake cats done heard it first

On how I shitted on your turf

at times, Cuban Link verse yo

Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin

Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin

As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs

Give one to Rae', let's season they broth

Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva

Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder

Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry

My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi

Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that

See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat

Straight off

Yeah.. yeah..

I just wan't y'all niggaz

to smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes

Universal death threats, yeah

This be the God Body, yeah no doubt

Judge Wise

Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers

The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers

Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge

Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs

Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze

Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke

All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal

Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam

Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures

Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches

Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it

Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it

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Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?

Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!

Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

Yeah, you see what I mean?

You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?

Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds

instead of studyin me!

That's how you lost your first job punk

Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!

Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga

He was on the fourth, I was on the third

[RZA]

Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift

One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff

Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock

I used to run up and pick, a crab lock

Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip

Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ass

Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle

Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal

Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs

Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King

Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting

ring DINGS, right through your head BING

Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks

Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks

Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette

while your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+

Crazy as Shapiro

Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero

And snap my fingers like the Fonz

and bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde

dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair

Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair

Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake

Used to fuck her when she menestraute

but it made her hyperventilate

[Ghostface]

BROOKLYN!

I know, I know, I know, I know

QUEENS!

I know, I know, I know, I know

SHAOLIN!

I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

BRONX!

I know, I know, I know, I know

JERSEY!

I know, I know, I know

LONG ISLAND!

I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN!

Ghostface Killah Nutmeg

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