Canciones más populares de Ghostface Killah
Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ghostface Killah
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dennis Coles
Songwriter:in
D.Wickliffe
Songwriter:in
J.Harrell
Songwriter:in
J.Pennick
Songwriter:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Hunnid G's
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick, ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes
I got 'em all in bad moods, stompin' on shoes, I never lose
I don't give a fuck about how you're feelin'
Got the roof on fire, legs to the ceilin'
Sexual healin', we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift
[Verse 2]
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast
We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
We bounce off promoters like West Coast hydraulics
Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
Right near the mask and the wig are the fake dreadlocks
Bumboclaat, box of ammo in the pocket
It's all fun and games till your eye's hangin' out your socket
[Verse 3]
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space
Box cutters, Gem/Stars'll ox your face
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space
Box cutters, Gem/Stars'll ox your face
[Verse 4]
Hey yo, I got a problem with authority
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
They actin' like them pops wasn't callin' me
I gotta make sure my corner eat over the stove
Pot linked to the side like I'm pourin' tea
Black man in a foreign V
Emblem on the doors and seats, either you hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter ki'
In the corner, me and my dawg regulate it like Warren G
[Verse 5]
Sold it hot, but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to PA, like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick, but can't afford to be
And we don't call if beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be
Step on work with foreign sneaks
Everything foreign, so my bitch look like Kimora Lee
[Verse 6]
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space
Box cutters, Gem/Stars'll ox your face
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space
Box cutters, Gem/Stars'll ox your face
[Verse 7]
Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop, pop
The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop, pop
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile
You could be double-crossed by your apostle
The Pentecostal gospel
Black C-O-B flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died
His was Columbian, got Columbian neck tied
[Verse 8]
I went from roaches in the cereal
To flowing the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
While bitches out here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle
Why the fuck would I touch a thot with some gonorrhea?
I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia
Go look it up, you don't read books enough
That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia, I'm a G, ****
Written by: D.Wickliffe, Dennis Coles, J.Harrell, J.Pennick
