Текст песни Styles P. (The LOX) - The Ghost (Promo) 12"
Styles P. (The LOX) - The Ghost (Promo) 12" слова песни
* send corrections to the typist Spend a day with the ghost babyGet the understandin`I`m like a shadow I`m the ghost of this shit for all the spirits I possessAll the voices I be hearin`, shit I`m feelin` in my chestI could ghost through your walls and flow through your soulWhen it comes to the streets dog I give this shit my all andIf I`m not grabbin` y`all, lift you in a sign thenI`m a Sagitarius, the magician is my tarot cardDavid is my first name but love it if you break it downI`m a real nigga, I`m a hug you if you break it downStyles is my last name meaning the expression of artI guess why I`m just blessed with the heartAnd they call me Holiday, I`m a let the blanks fill inI call myself that `cause I was born on Thanksgiving11-28-74Snatch you, will I break bread with niggas that was ghetto or poorP. short for Paniro, that`s a mixture of Robert or AlBut I ain`t actin` with a llama, I`m wild Here`s why they call me the ghost I`m half alive, half dead, and when it`s beef I bring all of the toastI`m the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluidThat`ll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers Hey yo, I can see my son in my faceAm I foul `cause I pray when I`m high or with a gun on my waistGots to ride for the criminals, die for the generalsMy ghost`ll be around for my bicentennialY`all better do the article`Cause when I`m dead I ain`t really gon` die, I`m gon` break down to particlesProbably too deep to blowWhen I sleep I leave earth and come back, y`all can`t peep the ghostIt`s like I make niggas shiver and thinkI`m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers`ll sinkAnd y`all niggas can`t walk with me, I`m on some different shitI can`t explain it but I hear the clouds talk to meIt`s sort of like the weed in a dutch, you wouldn`t understandSo I stay quiet not leavin` you muchIt`s about time I even it up, I knock your spirit outHoliday to Ghost gettin` greasy as fuck Here`s why they call me the ghost I`m half alive, half dead, and when it`s beef I bring all of the toastI`m the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluidThat`ll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers I vow to hold my niggas down, bust my gun, pay the bailGet the weed, get the liquor, dog I`m just a lick of stylesLyrically I`m somethin` else, hardest out of nothin` elseBefore you think I`m bitch you better all try to fuck yourselfMr. Paniro and, mixed with a pharoe andGot cold hearted when I started movin` heroinRobbed more shit than Billy the KidYou think you`re nicer than the P you the silliest kidIt`s like I`m better off poppin` yaWhen I flow I got a formula in styles sort of like a philosipherY`all start borrowin` lessons`Cause rap without me is like the gods without the stars and the crescentsI don`t rap my niggas, I spit bars and baptize niggasPull guns and kill half-sized niggasYou heard about the Holy Ghost and took it for liesNext time you see Paniro just look in his eyes nigga Here`s why they call me the ghost I`m half alive, half dead, and when it`s beef I bring all of the toastI`m the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluidThat`ll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers