[Ghostface Killah]
Hey miss what up, Tone got luck,
I know a lot of dairy and I never got stuck,
Dress 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 frontin That's aight check out my man Trife,
Represent Stapleton, Raised in the West,
780 Anderson, Now I'm the best,
Stoppin all bets Slammin niggas 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 fuckin to aim at yall,
Big spender, Rock a robe in November,
I'm never broke but I through my trees up in a blender.
[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah]
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.
[Ghostface Killah]
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 fuckin room snot,
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 fuckin 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 bitch arms and feet,
20 g's real niggas 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,
Givin you the business, Crack heads and wannabes,
And I keep drugs in the Toney Starks pharmacy,
Desperate house wives slobbin me cause they honor me.
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah]
Now if it wasn't for the Wu,
Tell me if this rap shit 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 niggas would be writin songs,
Now tell me where yall from,
Queens bound baby, Long Isle baby,
New Jerus baby, Connecticut baby,
Hey mister, Please let my niggas 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.