Текст песни Ghostface Killah f T.M.F. - Supreme Clientele
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[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)]Yo, yeah {"New Ghostface!"}Yeah, to glorious days {"one"}Yeah God, check it out y`allWe back, yes yes y`all {"one"}(Fake roller derbies)Yeah, masked avengersWe`re here to sharpen your sword {"one"}All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang ClanScream on it, Ghost[Ghostface]Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for JakeWe want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {"one"}Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grassStash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"}Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I knowlike when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"}Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlionPast tense place to gold caskets {"one"}Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the moskSuede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"}Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the targetwhen the NARC`s hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"}You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind liftedon the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"}Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-bakedAlaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"}Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on iceThe branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss youSee daddy rock a wristful {"one"}Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your gogglesLayin like needles in the hospital {"one"}Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistleZiploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}[T.M.F. - both]To my real bitches take your drawers offTo all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {"one"}Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch faceand tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" {"one"}[Ghostface]Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babiesFifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cutsFast from the heart y`all, and GROW UP {"one"}Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie maskThat`s the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {"one"}Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trashSour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {"one"}Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashedBackdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}Children fix the contrast as the sound clashesMrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"}Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passesSpecial guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"}Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actressDistract the cat while I`m high sugar get a crack at this {"one"}Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David DinkinsWatch the Black mayor of DC, hit them openTangerine sofa, two super soakers in the RoverHit the sport`s bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vultureCastor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"}Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventyGod glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babiesFifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cutsFast from the heart y`all, and GROW UP {"one"}[Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), ]Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin jointWe all connect as {"one"}(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y`all(Staple-town, y`all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {"one"}(Ah-hah, knowI`msayin? Trey-Mack, what?) How many nuts you might bust? {"one"}Haha, straight up and down {"one"}(How many shots?) {"one"} {"one"}(That`s it) Word upHow many cakes we bake, y`all? {"one"}(Yo, yo, yo) {"one"}(Aw shit, haha) {"one"} {"one"}