Ghostface Killah Lyrics
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
"Keshia's House Lyrics"
Astronomy (8th Light) Lyrics
[Mos Def] Against the canvas of the night Appears a curious celestial phenomena called Black Star, but what is it? [Talib Kweli] Black people unite and
[Mos Def] Against the canvas of the night Appears a curious celestial phenomena called Black Star, but what is it? [Talib Kweli] Black people unite and
[Intro: "Keisha" ("Barbara") {Ghostface Killah}]
Boy get your lazy ass up
So you can go to store and get some flower
And some vegetable oil so I can fry some god damn
chicken (uh-huh) {alright}
And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'all
ass in some spades
(Tell 'em girl) And if they ain't got it a
The Man I Love Lyrics
Someday, he'll come along, the man I love And he'll be big and strong, the man I love And when he comes my way, I'll do my best to make him stay He'll look
t that storeSomeday, he'll come along, the man I love And he'll be big and strong, the man I love And when he comes my way, I'll do my best to make him stay He'll look
Get it at the 99 cent store, nigga
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, yo, we on the steps with a six pack of Beck's
Four dutches, Osh Kosh jumpers, '86 viles, mustard {yeah}
A summer night, light drizzle type
Waitin' for the Mike fight to come on, son, 'pose to been on
I keep runnin' to the bathroom, shittin' {where the tis
Life For Sale Lyrics
Say you come alone No I don't believe you No more lies Motives come around. Say I'm all alone and I don't have a place, to call home. I got lost al
sue at?}Say you come alone No I don't believe you No more lies Motives come around. Say I'm all alone and I don't have a place, to call home. I got lost al
I'm blowin' up Keisha bathroom, everybody bitchin' (god damn, nigga)
Ghost need his colon clensed
Countin' up g-stacks, eatin' Ken' Fried Chicken
Who wanna play spades? Word to rap, I'm givin' y'all a whippin'
Guzzled a couple, now, I'm seein' double
Rubbin' my girl leg, lookin' at Barbara, her sister got a nice bubble
I use
Thumb Lyrics
There never really is a good time There's always nothing much to say Pretty good, not doing that fine Getting up most every day Steppin' out, I tried to fix it<
d to fuck her while she was seated by Bags from BrooklynThere never really is a good time There's always nothing much to say Pretty good, not doing that fine Getting up most every day Steppin' out, I tried to fix it<
He drove a Jag', she cut me off when she turned Muslim
I need some pussy though, that kind that be gushy though
That warm platinum pussy, with a dynamic pussy hole
I gotta fuck something, if not, I'mma fuck my girl
That's what's up, fuck the fight, yo, baby, let's peel..