Ghost Showers

歌詞

One goes through this rhyme that you He made up his mind That every little thing he does Be designed to entertain you (yeah) Ooooh (yeah), his whole life through (that's right) He's been walking through the rain (rain) Until the day he rhyme for you (uh huh, uh huh) And the sun came pouring down (tell 'em girl) Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace And my bedroom is off the hook all day designed by Versace Y'all just watch me this is how I blow up Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts Mr.T looked saw my shit and went nuts Starks stays in luck, truck There's a new gangste in town and he's coming up Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info Crown Royal bottles in the back blowin Indo Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro Throw this in your whip convent, your tens blow Yo' I kick the ill rhymes like this Y'all niggas really never wrote rhymes like this C'mon, stop frontin at a time like this Pretty Tone in the house you better hide your bitch Ghost showers just a sign of the power You feel in you, oh baby Ghost showers got you by the hour You're dancing, too, oh baby Behind the wall action Barely spaghetti jewels machetes for y'all Little Debbie say "I bet he do" Big bellies to big tellies Jim Kelly's, we flip cellies It's Lils, dusted out heavy in the big Chevy Kicked the ill rhyme nah, nah, I said it before I keep the club moist ladies throw they panties on the floor Action, Atlantic City lights main attraction Slick talk, jiggy at the door got the gat and Oooh, you know (Yeah, c'mon) that rhyme won't end (We 'bout to slow this down right about know and) Makes your day worthwhile It takes your day that's sad and blue On a ride to far and move Yeah, say what say what, say what) On that dark and troubled sea Ghost showed you the light (Tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all?) And now you're dancing so fast and so free They're leaving stormy skies behind Yo, who got the biggest burner? Ask the Terminator Wes Snipes shit plus Ghost meets Vegas Stage show magician dip with with a bunch of candy I got a lot of babies y'all ain't family If y'all don't hear me y'all don't feel me My album is bulletproof y'all can't kill me In 2003 the lease is up We on the block now no need for y'all re'in up Pop your seat up chop the weed up excuse me if I'm horny No doubt, I might knock the beat up Florence style all up on the set freezed up All player haters get swiss cheesed up Muthafucka if you with me throw your hands up Look, money at the bar pick your man up Me and Reese Piece is like diamonds in the rough I need Viacom money but rhymin ain't enough Ghost showers just a sign of the power You feel in you, oh baby Ghost showers got you by the hour You're dancing, too, oh baby Ghost showers just a sign of the power You feel in you, oh baby Ghost showers got you by the hour You're dancing, too, oh baby Where do we go where do we go, where do we go go now from here? Ghost showers got you by the hour holding you, taking you blessing you Ahhhh baby, the showers