De La Soul, Black Thought - Ghost Weed #3 - Black Thought lyrics

And you thought ghost weed was
Only for the thugs? Hey hoe!
(What?) Yeaaah you hoe! (Oh
Yeah me true true) you can be down too!

Yo yo, whatever to that
I got this Thought shit right here yo
Black Thought i got that shit DOWN PAT
Check hold on hold on let me hit that inhales
(Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed)
Got that Thought shit yo, yo bust it bust it
Bout to freak that shit

Check me out yo, yo, check it out
Uhh, as we descend upon the city of schemes
See the image fadin into view
From a black screen
A frail grandmother pack a heavy mac-teen
We fiend slash machines in
The struggle and things
Bloody denim scuff knuckle and things
Sucker-punchin fake rappers forcin me to
Take it to the extreme
Oh you real son well whattayou mean?
How you real when you hustlin dreams?
How you feel like you fuckin with me?
Now burn the 5th Militia flame-thrower
The mic soldier, takin things over
You're not sober, consider
Thinking things over, relax
We bout to spit it all over the track, yo

What can't have any girl doin Black Thought
(Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed)
Don't even listen to him, don't sweat it
Word yo!

Ghost weed, it's not like WOW
It's like WHOA!

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