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Ghostface Killah - Flowers lyrics
(feat. Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, Superb) [Intro: Raekwon] "Huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah" Yeah, yeah, y'know Tranquilise, tranqulise Yeah, yeah Yo Ghostface! [echoes] (c'mon) Raekwon! [echoes] Meth! [echoes] [Raekwon] See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex/legs Select paper and invade all the illest niggas Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin' Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho All niggas eatin' (WOAH! [echoes]) Wreckin' Ball Gangsters, unleash the law Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design My niggas might find ya Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park They way his Khak's look, niggas on ?chocolates? Movin' out, coloured Durangos switch to me, bro That's how I picture rich niggas with the same coats All rich niggas with the same coat. [Method Man] You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a bitch How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix (Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate) Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos? Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happenin'? Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin' Mashin', the latest fashion, Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins All N Together, together for worship better Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical Prop, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out. [Raekwon] Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit Deliver was a lit, ya niggas know High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new Lex Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sent I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on) [Superb] And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too [Ghostface Killah] Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea Top Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj (?) be beamed up behind the stove askin' how Maria pop Leer Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer From Star's Pizzeria, police hate the veer Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion when yo' head hit the meter You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder Peter Slim Duch shook 'em down for his reefer James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers And your girl, I might eat her I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah) I still catch her for a piece [Superb (singing)] He's as good as the rest of 'em And as bad as the worst So don't hate me You'd better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah! [beat stops] [Ghost] Fuckin' idiots! [beat starts again] [Outro - Ghostface Killah] Yo, uhuh, Wallets motherfuckers That's right, all my shit is Bulletproof Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah) Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets (DJ! DJ! [echoes]) On yo' ass nigga, you heard? Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance [echoes] Stadio [echoes] One-three [echoes] Word up! [echoes] Ya now dead [echoes] |
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