and get ghost with the cash All I really wanna do Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through All I really wanna do Is tap that ass and get ghost with
be Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin' And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole And Cam got *** inside his Lambo, it's ample Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag
the more drug dealing, the more cap peeling. We all [Cali Niggaz] Ya Boy [Screwed] ------ Ay, From Frisco, never rode a 6-4, they might ghost ride, ghost
like we always do about this time hey yo eazy Eazy-E 1, 2, 3, and to the 4, eazy mutha fuckin e with the chrome to your dome, cruisin in my 6-4 rag
shouted out at my Christening. And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole, Cam got shot inside his lambo', example, life is a gamble, 15 years old red rag
got em lookin ohhh dey lookin dey looking dat candy got em lookin ohhh (x2) Bentley through da bay, and I'm white as a ghost, Candy Chevy brown rag lookin
fair in love and war Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag
the valley I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost
The Heat Pop (Hahaha) (Mariooo) [Chorus:] Got To Switch My Style A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It They Shit Sound Like Mine I Might As Well Be Writin It Got To Switch My Style A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock Frontin Like The Ghost
me hommie is your blood crip Is your dog a bitch Cause the S.A say, they don't never see homes run around L.A. Fake ass ghost rider Get your little flow
Italians, suited down personal style I'm in valour white designin on the 'dallions Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set Ghost
Oh she danced in the street with the guns all around her All torn like a rag doll, barefoot in the rain And she sang like a child, toora-day toora-daddy
hoes You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes [Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first] Whassup Ghost? Westhaven Sucker! I hear you Ghost
Pusha-T:] Go-getter. I come from the corner like most niggas, Now from afar, I toast niggas, roast niggas, Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga, Compare me to them 2 ghost
you know you telling me 'bout making a song come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong like the ghost
heart, flowin through the veins Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem" [Laquan] Thick's ice fix ghosts
wheel higher Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done That