Cherchez LaGhost

Tommy Mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, as I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Robes Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) Godfrey and Chauncey, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine Dr. Beserk, Bicardi Lime We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha) Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo) Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo)...