Ghostface k**ah - Chechez 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 pa** 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) Scottfree and Chauncey, 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 pa**in 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