Jay Electronica, Diddy - The Ghost of Christopher Wallace lyrics
[Jay Electronica, Diddy - The Ghost of Christopher Wallace lyrics]
Unh hunh yeh, like that uh hunh like that
Feel good to you so good to you
Yeah, it feel good to you so good to you
Don’t fight the feelin’ yeah, black is back
Get a sun tan bitch take that
The game ain't been the same since BIG died
And Wu swarmed on New York
From out that beehive
Don’t talk to me 'bout MC’s got skill
Don’t talk to me 'bout who's
The king of the hill
Don’t talk to me 'bout who's the best alive
Or who's in your top 5, cause he’s not ill
Real recognize real, stick to your deal
Try to make a cool mill off the single
With that ringtone appeal in 3 years
You’ll be nil
Nil by mouth, my appeal down South
Is like the Nation of Islam
When Ali knocked Liston out
Universal change from what appeared
Is just about
All aboard, It’s the last train, soul train
A bottle of ciroc could turn
A private jet to soulplane
Put your seats back
Your tray down and feet up
Cause we about to heat up
Fasten your seatbelts let’s go
Yeh, Like that feel good to you like that
So good to you
Party people in the place to be
As it is plain to see we are
The crush grooving the body moving
The record breaking and the record taking
Yeah and it goes a lil something like this
From Baton Rouge to Jerusalem
Wack crews we bruising 'em crooked mouth
Flat footed cops man we losing 'em
Let me see some ID, nigga fuck a ID
You be getting head from
Crackheads in the lobby
Mr officer, please, observe my skin tone
Please observe the prophecies of
Hurricane and brimstone
The flow’s so Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoy
Half oyster, half shrimp
Fully dressed po' boy
Lyrically I'm unfuckwitable, unforgettable
One tough miracle
Competition's none, I leave 'em dumbstruck
Critical that's some luck, pitiful
Better luck next time
We young, black, and restless, hung
Black and reckless
My name's on every guest list
Bang on every setlist went to London town
Tore it down and threw my necklace
Even Twitter said that Jay Elec
Be on that next shit i should be arrested
Feel good to you so good to you
Yeah, it feel good to you so good to you
Don’t fight the feelin’ yeah, black is back
Get a sun tan bitch take that
The game ain't been the same since BIG died
And Wu swarmed on New York
From out that beehive
Don’t talk to me 'bout MC’s got skill
Don’t talk to me 'bout who's
The king of the hill
Don’t talk to me 'bout who's the best alive
Or who's in your top 5, cause he’s not ill
Real recognize real, stick to your deal
Try to make a cool mill off the single
With that ringtone appeal in 3 years
You’ll be nil
Nil by mouth, my appeal down South
Is like the Nation of Islam
When Ali knocked Liston out
Universal change from what appeared
Is just about
All aboard, It’s the last train, soul train
A bottle of ciroc could turn
A private jet to soulplane
Put your seats back
Your tray down and feet up
Cause we about to heat up
Fasten your seatbelts let’s go
Yeh, Like that feel good to you like that
So good to you
Party people in the place to be
As it is plain to see we are
The crush grooving the body moving
The record breaking and the record taking
Yeah and it goes a lil something like this
From Baton Rouge to Jerusalem
Wack crews we bruising 'em crooked mouth
Flat footed cops man we losing 'em
Let me see some ID, nigga fuck a ID
You be getting head from
Crackheads in the lobby
Mr officer, please, observe my skin tone
Please observe the prophecies of
Hurricane and brimstone
The flow’s so Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoy
Half oyster, half shrimp
Fully dressed po' boy
Lyrically I'm unfuckwitable, unforgettable
One tough miracle
Competition's none, I leave 'em dumbstruck
Critical that's some luck, pitiful
Better luck next time
We young, black, and restless, hung
Black and reckless
My name's on every guest list
Bang on every setlist went to London town
Tore it down and threw my necklace
Even Twitter said that Jay Elec
Be on that next shit i should be arrested