Ghostface Killah - Charlie Brown lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Charlie Brown lyrics]
Yo, hand me my surfboard
I'mma surf on these niggas real quick
You know what I mean, show these niggas out
See whose real and see whose fake
Youknowhatimean, it just seem like you
Niggas float on water
Check this style out i've never
Used this shit before (yo, yo)
I got them Beefsteak Charlie's on, size 12
Medium
Shy top wallies on, straight from England
I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leaning
Fuck ya star pussies for real
Ya'll just dreaming
Wake up, mothafuckas, shape up, feel the pain
What up, stand the fuck up
Pull ya cup out for change
Now who wanna step through my backyard?
When this go double platinum
I'mma flash hard, like
Oh boy, Toney's the Don, know
With so much paper, call me Enron, so
My peeps blow, check my peacoat
She holds, throw it back, nigga I keep those
Just in case ya'll wanna see a freakshow
Barnum & Bailey's, night of the deepthroats
Dirty mouth niggas, may ya'll eat soap
Shoot one of ya'll, touch my cheese toast
Hey hey what you say?
This is real hip hop on the line today
It's worth more than any label
On what they pay i'm here to save hip hop
Cuz it's dying away, come on
Fiber optic, microscopic
Bulletproof yo, I'm glad you copped it
Sony stop it, Def Jam gon' do the opposite
Hov' gon' keep on top of it
I'm real positive, my prerogative
Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids
Go broke, I'mma fucking rob ya crib
And I'mma kill him if I get on top of him
With crazy hammers
Nothing but grown man taste
With bandanas, right in front of cameras
Parents planning, feel the cannon
Tanning yogurt niggas, like Dannon
Stretch, yes
I go to war with a banged up vest
Teflon, that was made by Guess
Even my girl got a bulletproof dress
JLo shit to runway, laid Prego crisp
Diego, Killah wave oh, Play-Doh fifth
They ain't no, nigga like Ghost
Play those chips
We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks
From yae yo bricks to Adolf spit's
We paid off it
The Wally Don, done ate off it
Throwing stones at a glass house
Front and get mashed out my gun turn heads
Like bitches with they ass out
Yeah, uh huh, nigga, ya'll
Like that shit huh, youknowhatimean
This is real hip hop and shit
Youknowhatimean
This is a huh, I'm a true MC
Ya'll niggas know how I get down
Ain't none of that commercial shit
Youknowhatimean
I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95
'88, '86 era, of real hip hop and shit
You know what I mean, word up
It's the great Ghost Deini, nigga
I got too many styles, I juggle this shit
Ya'll little niggas out there
Need to take heed
I'mma surf on these niggas real quick
You know what I mean, show these niggas out
See whose real and see whose fake
Youknowhatimean, it just seem like you
Niggas float on water
Check this style out i've never
Used this shit before (yo, yo)
I got them Beefsteak Charlie's on, size 12
Medium
Shy top wallies on, straight from England
I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leaning
Fuck ya star pussies for real
Ya'll just dreaming
Wake up, mothafuckas, shape up, feel the pain
What up, stand the fuck up
Pull ya cup out for change
Now who wanna step through my backyard?
When this go double platinum
I'mma flash hard, like
Oh boy, Toney's the Don, know
With so much paper, call me Enron, so
My peeps blow, check my peacoat
She holds, throw it back, nigga I keep those
Just in case ya'll wanna see a freakshow
Barnum & Bailey's, night of the deepthroats
Dirty mouth niggas, may ya'll eat soap
Shoot one of ya'll, touch my cheese toast
Hey hey what you say?
This is real hip hop on the line today
It's worth more than any label
On what they pay i'm here to save hip hop
Cuz it's dying away, come on
Fiber optic, microscopic
Bulletproof yo, I'm glad you copped it
Sony stop it, Def Jam gon' do the opposite
Hov' gon' keep on top of it
I'm real positive, my prerogative
Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids
Go broke, I'mma fucking rob ya crib
And I'mma kill him if I get on top of him
With crazy hammers
Nothing but grown man taste
With bandanas, right in front of cameras
Parents planning, feel the cannon
Tanning yogurt niggas, like Dannon
Stretch, yes
I go to war with a banged up vest
Teflon, that was made by Guess
Even my girl got a bulletproof dress
JLo shit to runway, laid Prego crisp
Diego, Killah wave oh, Play-Doh fifth
They ain't no, nigga like Ghost
Play those chips
We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks
From yae yo bricks to Adolf spit's
We paid off it
The Wally Don, done ate off it
Throwing stones at a glass house
Front and get mashed out my gun turn heads
Like bitches with they ass out
Yeah, uh huh, nigga, ya'll
Like that shit huh, youknowhatimean
This is real hip hop and shit
Youknowhatimean
This is a huh, I'm a true MC
Ya'll niggas know how I get down
Ain't none of that commercial shit
Youknowhatimean
I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95
'88, '86 era, of real hip hop and shit
You know what I mean, word up
It's the great Ghost Deini, nigga
I got too many styles, I juggle this shit
Ya'll little niggas out there
Need to take heed