Ghostface Killah - Barbershop lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Barbershop lyrics]
Hey yo man, what's the deal fam (yo yo)
Yo stay on top of that nigga
When you gettin your cut G
That nigga just fuckin zeked me (damn son)
Look what he did to my motherfuckin shit
(check this shit out)
Got me lookin all out of order (damn)
(Yo cut my shit right nigga)
Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's good
What's poppin with y'all niggas
Though and shit
How the fuck this nigga skimp
Me and shit like
The fuck like I don't spend no
Bread in here and shit
(Got that money, I got that money nigga)
I give that nigga fuckin Swiss Rolls, Jags
Minks i give that nigga shit for
His fuckin grill man (true, true indeed)
The fuck man? Like I don't fuckin
Spend money in this bitch
Nigga what the fuck man?
(Ha ha ha, f'real f'real)
Yo whattup man
How you want it cut? Shit whattup Starks?
(Just give it to me how
You been doin it) yeah, yeah yo
Yo I just got that brand new 40 Cal son
(Knahmean? Do no bullshit
And don't fuck me up this time neither)
I gotta open it right now son
(Aiyyo fam keep it cool
You know we got them thang
Thangs up in here man)
Yeah my nigga, buy you a Foreman Grill
Straght up, you like to eat right?
Fuckin with niggas heads and all that shit
Y'knahmean you got niggas goin to
Different barbers 'n shit
Nigga be throwin you forty beans
Fifty beans and
And then can't get not one free cut
Out your lil' monkey ass right? Alright
AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the
Sides? I'm goin bald on top!
You lucky you cool, I'mma let it ride
Slide, you played me so you can't get paid
How you gon' fuck up a don
And cold dog his fade?
I look like UTFO one of them
Dudes from back in the days
The Educator Clapper is housin your
Coke and the spray barbershop niggas
Always wind up fuckin around
One minute you hot, next minute you not
Remind me of the New York
Knicks with they jumpshots
Ox, whack as hell, my ratchet spell
Fuck up again you'll have a funny smell
All Reneece is doin straight nails
Puttin in bangs for bitches
Hundred dollar weaves
Some different strains of horsehair
Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here
(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID
And I don't wanna nobody sayin nothin)
(I put one of you moolies back
I'm telling you right now)
(I will shoot any one of you guys
I'm telling you, Don't hit the exit) man
Running and breathing hard
Yo stay on top of that nigga
When you gettin your cut G
That nigga just fuckin zeked me (damn son)
Look what he did to my motherfuckin shit
(check this shit out)
Got me lookin all out of order (damn)
(Yo cut my shit right nigga)
Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's good
What's poppin with y'all niggas
Though and shit
How the fuck this nigga skimp
Me and shit like
The fuck like I don't spend no
Bread in here and shit
(Got that money, I got that money nigga)
I give that nigga fuckin Swiss Rolls, Jags
Minks i give that nigga shit for
His fuckin grill man (true, true indeed)
The fuck man? Like I don't fuckin
Spend money in this bitch
Nigga what the fuck man?
(Ha ha ha, f'real f'real)
Yo whattup man
How you want it cut? Shit whattup Starks?
(Just give it to me how
You been doin it) yeah, yeah yo
Yo I just got that brand new 40 Cal son
(Knahmean? Do no bullshit
And don't fuck me up this time neither)
I gotta open it right now son
(Aiyyo fam keep it cool
You know we got them thang
Thangs up in here man)
Yeah my nigga, buy you a Foreman Grill
Straght up, you like to eat right?
Fuckin with niggas heads and all that shit
Y'knahmean you got niggas goin to
Different barbers 'n shit
Nigga be throwin you forty beans
Fifty beans and
And then can't get not one free cut
Out your lil' monkey ass right? Alright
AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the
Sides? I'm goin bald on top!
You lucky you cool, I'mma let it ride
Slide, you played me so you can't get paid
How you gon' fuck up a don
And cold dog his fade?
I look like UTFO one of them
Dudes from back in the days
The Educator Clapper is housin your
Coke and the spray barbershop niggas
Always wind up fuckin around
One minute you hot, next minute you not
Remind me of the New York
Knicks with they jumpshots
Ox, whack as hell, my ratchet spell
Fuck up again you'll have a funny smell
All Reneece is doin straight nails
Puttin in bangs for bitches
Hundred dollar weaves
Some different strains of horsehair
Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here
(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID
And I don't wanna nobody sayin nothin)
(I put one of you moolies back
I'm telling you right now)
(I will shoot any one of you guys
I'm telling you, Don't hit the exit) man
Running and breathing hard