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Yo, yeah (New Ghostface!)
 Yeah, to glorious days (one)
 Yeah God, check it out y'all
 We back, yes yes y'all (one)
 (Fake roller derbies)
 Yeah, masked avengers
 We're here to sharpen your sword (one)
 All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
 Scream on it, Ghost
 Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake
 We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches (one)
 Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
 Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch (one)
 Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
 Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" (one)
 Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion
 Past tense place to gold caskets (one)
 Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
 Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist (one)
 Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
 When the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit (one)
 You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
 On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost (one)
 Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
 Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates (one)
 Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
 The branches in my weed be the vein (one)
 Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
 See daddy rock a wristful (one)
 Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
 Layin like needles in the hospital (one)
 Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle
 Ziploc your ear, here thistle (one)
 To my real bitches take your drawers off
 To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off (one)
 Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
 And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" (one)
 The Devil planted fear inside the black babies
 Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy (one)
 Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
 Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP (one)
 Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
 That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash (one)
 Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
 Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash (one)
 Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed
 Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats (one)
 Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
 Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash (one)
 Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes
 Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress (one)
 Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
 Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this (one)
 Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
 Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open
 Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
 Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over (one)
 Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
 Castor Troy layin for Travolta (one)
 Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
 God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly (one)
 Ayyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
 Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy (one)
 Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
 Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP (one)
 Ayyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint
 We all connect as (one)
 (Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all
 (Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? (one)
 (Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?)
 How many nuts you might bust? (one)
 Haha, straight up and down
 Drop a nigga y'all (one)
 (How many shots?) I'm gunnin' for the don, and it only takes (one)
 (That's it) Word up
 How many cakes we bake, y'all? (one)
 (Yo, yo, yo) (one)
 How many Ls we smokin' at a time nigga, at a time (one)
 How many dopine, you know what I mean, like- like- like- (one)
 How many bags does it take to get the dopine- (one)
 

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Duration
03:46
Key
11
Tempo
90 BPM

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