Lyrics
Tommy Mottola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder, that love
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floor as I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose
Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W-B's, stop! (Shake your body-body)
And cop a couple of these (she's a hottie-hottie)
Schott Free and Sean C, very upset (for what, for what?)
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats, I know they are over
One in the head, I'm saying, this is how we do 'em
Put a rough rider on my dick, burst right through 'em
Come out your shirt and search the party rhyme
Fine dime can usurp for Kadi line
Repatriate, taste the shit that Karma claims
Now 'fore the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, my rude jams from Bahamas
Slim dudu makers stuffed inside pajamas
They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second, then hate you the next, oh, ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah
Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (yeah, aha, true)
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (truly yours, peace boo)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah (amore, amore, he rhymes)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah (he rhymes, amore, oh Tony)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah (he rhymes, he rhymes)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah