Ghostface Killah - Flowers Lyrics
[intro: raekwon]Huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hahYeah, yeah, yknowTranquilise, tranquliseYeah, yeahYo ghostface! [echoes] (cmon)Raekwon! [echoes]Meth! [echoes][raekwon]See me in the club, got a gun on my lex/legsSelect paper and invade all the illest niggasTally up pen, yo, live crew meetinLayin in the lab with rolls o fly mo-et hoAll niggas eatin (woah! [echoes])Wreckin ball gangsters, unleash the lawStraight up, colourful drawers, bad whoresOn the weekend eat a raw style like flounder*****in wit mine or how we designMy niggas might find yaLayin in the tropics, big dick shit on parkThey way his khaks look, niggas on ? chocolates?Movin out, coloured durangos switch to me, broThats how I picture rich niggas with the same coatsAll rich niggas with the same coat.[method man]You can catch this crew, and fall in a shipFully equipped, on a star tack, callin a *****How much you get, when that absolute and hennesey mix(ultimate, ultimate) wu shit, my whole click (ultimate, ultimate)Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin me loveSayin peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugsAnd the .38, snub-nose, strikin a poseBaby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ? bos?Lewis fritz, hot nikks, nigga whats happenin?Any shit, holdin my dick, smokin a clip, thanks for askinMashin, the latest fashion,Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latinsAll n together, together for worship betterNow I put it down whether its methy, method, or meth-ticalProp, skate, roll, bounceIm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.[raekwon]Oh magazines slipped, kinda like we litDeliver was a lit, ya niggas knowHigh niggas rent , Im set like nuh purple and the new lexTrifle and work, lets murder eveything that wu wanted sentId better pay big momma for usin his lyricsPay big momma for usin his lyrics(you betta) pay big momma for usin his lyricsPay big momma for usin his lyrics (come on, come on)[superb]And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggleI might connect you to a vcr, add delay, bug youIm not a gangsta, I hate thugs tooIm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush tooWithout a paintbrush too[ghostface killah]Bulletproof wallets, 20 tya kids that says made outta koreaTop sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj(? ) be beamed up behind the stove askin how maria pop leerCursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeerFrom stars pizzeria, police hate the veerEspecially when the shots ring off in slow motionWhen yo head hit the meterYou lost two leaders, at the same case speederPeter slim duch shook em down for his reeferJames chased the recent with a hatchet on easterTwo murders in the hood, we call em double featuresWatch how I eat this, freak the best teacherAt the prayer with the preacher, I get (? ) in the bleachersAnd your girl, I might eat herIm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)I still catch her for a piece[superb (singing)]Hes as good as the rest of emAnd as bad as the worstSo dont hate meYoud better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah![beat stops][ghost] *****in idiots![beat starts again][outro - ghostface killah]Yo, uhuh, wallets mother*****ersThats right, all my shit is bulletproofStoop for the bulletproof (yeah)Yeah, projects (yeah) bulletproof wallets (dj! dj! [echoes])On yo ass nigga, you heard?Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas aint got a chance [echoes]Stadio [echoes]One-three [echoes]Word up! [echoes]Ya now dead [echoes]
