Ghostface k**ah - Chunky lyrics

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Ghostface k**ah - Chunky lyrics

Hey miss what up, Tone got luck I wore a lot of j**elry and I never got stuck Cats like the way I write, dress like a superstar Take car of family so I don't have stupid cars Peace to all single ladies struggle with a ruff life Baby daddy fronting That's aight check out my man Trife Represent Stapleton, raised in the West 780 Anderson now I'm the best Stopping all bets slamming n***as like Barkley Back in my reefer days sellin you parsley Always kept aluminum bats in the car seat Then I showed Doo and them, That's were the narcs be Came to play no games and stay in your lane And the ratchets on your brain and f**in to aim at yall Big spender, Rock a robe in November I never broke bud I throw my trees up in a blender [Hook: Ghostface k**ah] How you like it baby You wanna good time, You alright you alright Come on, How you like it baby Can I roll with you tonight [Verse 2] Yo, You better shoot spots, Red and blue drops I used to serve those, those maroon tops, (Go head) Then crack the window when the f**in rooms hot If my CD was skippin get a different boom box New socks full of polo chet, rugged low mocs So hot, Right before I pop the f**in show stops You can't box, I Seen better hands on an old clock The old ox never marked you, Ima blow pops Prophesize Don, it's me Aqua blue mink, In my b**h arms and feet 20 g's real n***as like pardon me Ima be honest to your man with the Dom P, More like Sean Connery Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby Giving you the business, Crack heads and wannabes And I keep d** in the Toney Starks pharmacy Desperate house wives slobbing me cause they honor me [Hook] [Verse 3] Now if it wasn't for the Wu Tell me if this rap sh** would really carry on Now tell me where you from Staten Isle baby, Up town baby Boogie down baby, Brook-Don baby Now if it wasn't for the Ghost None of yall rap n***as would be writing songs Now tell me where yall from Queens bound baby, Long Isle baby New Jerus baby, Connecticut baby Hey mister, please let my n***as in Thugs and my women in, You don't want no problem wit me We got them burners on the dance floor Goons is already in, Shanks and Machetes in 3 to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennessy All yall haters what yall mad for