Ghostface Killah, Madam Majestic, U-God - Cherchez La Ghost lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Madam Majestic, U-God - Cherchez La Ghost lyrics]
Tommy Mottola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love
Brothers try to pass me
But none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door
Guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose
Star-studded low lenses
Plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body)
And cop a couple of these
(She's a hottie, hottie)
Schott Free and Sean C, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats
I know they are over
One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin
Put a Ruff Rider on my dick
Bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr buzzard, Bacardi Lime we passin it
Takes the shake your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist
Taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
Slim doo doo makers stuffed inside pajamas
They'll take all your rhymes
With a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second
Then hate you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the
Undefeated champion, whoa, yeah
(Blow 'em down God) now he's alone
He's just the king of his throne (yeah, aha)
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah
(Truly yours, peace boo)
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love
Brothers try to pass me
But none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door
Guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose
Star-studded low lenses
Plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body)
And cop a couple of these
(She's a hottie, hottie)
Schott Free and Sean C, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats
I know they are over
One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin
Put a Ruff Rider on my dick
Bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr buzzard, Bacardi Lime we passin it
Takes the shake your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist
Taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
Slim doo doo makers stuffed inside pajamas
They'll take all your rhymes
With a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second
Then hate you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the
Undefeated champion, whoa, yeah
(Blow 'em down God) now he's alone
He's just the king of his throne (yeah, aha)
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah
(Truly yours, peace boo)