Ghostface Killah - One Lyrics
[intro: ghostface, (big trife)]Yo, yeah {new ghostface!}Yeah, to glorious days {one}Yeah god, check it out yallWe back, yes yes yall {one}(fake roller derbies)Yeah, masked avengersWere here to sharpen your sword {one}All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clanScream on it, ghost[ghostface]Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for jakeWe want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one}Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grassStash the right *****, pull out his kite from this white ***** {one}Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only nigga I knowLike when the cops come, you never hide your toast {one}Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlionPast tense place to gold caskets {one}Dru hill *****es, specialist loungin at the moskSuede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {one}Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the targetWhen the narcs hit, rumor is you might start to spit {one}You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind liftedOn the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {one}Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-bakedAlaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {one}Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on iceBranches in my weed be the vein {one}Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss youSee that he rock a wrist, dude {one}Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your gogglesLayin like needles in the hospital {one}Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistleZiploc your ear, here thistle {one}[t.m.f. - both]To my real *****es take your draws offTo all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {one}Just in case she wanna play, get up in that ***** faceAnd tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {one}[ghostface]Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babiesFifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cutsFast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie maskThats the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {one}Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trashSour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {one}Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashedBackdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {one}Children fix the contrast as the sound clashesMisses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {one}Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passesSpecial guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one}Acrobat, run up on that love jones actressDistract that cat while Im hot sugar get a crack at this {one}Dickin down oprah, jump rope, david think hes rastaBlack man, dc hit to mocha {one}Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the roverHit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one}Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulturePastor troy layin for travolta {one}Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventyGod glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one}Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babiesFifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cutsFast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}[outro: ghostface, (trey-mack), <big trife>]Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the mother*****in jointWe all connect as {one}(aw shit, baby) straight up and down yall(staple-town, yall) yo, how many girls you gotta *****, yo? {one}(ah-hah, knowimsayin? trey-mack, what? ) <shaolin, staple-town, b>How many nuts you might bust? {one}Haha, straight up and down<staple drop a nigga, yo> {one}(how many shots? ) {one}<gunnin for the dome and it only takes...> {one}(thats it) word upHow many cakes we bake, yall? {one}(yo, yo, yo) <how many ls we smoke? > {one}(aw shit, haha) <...at a time, nigga? > {one}<at a time, you know how we do, at a time...> {one}
