One-Ghostface Killah

[00:00.00] 作词 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher [00:00.37] 作曲 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher [00:00.75]Songs Title：one [00:01.56]Yo, yeah {new ghostface!} [00:02.87]Yeah, to glorious days {one} [00:04.85]Yeah god, check it out yall [00:07.66]We back, yes yes yall {one} [00:10.84]（fake roller derbies） [00:12.90]Yeah, masked avengers [00:13.83]Were here to sharpen your sword {one} [00:17.33]All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan [00:19.07]Scream on it, ghost [00:20.82]Eh yo, we at the ****gate, waitin for jake [00:23.63]We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one} [00:26.50]Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass [00:28.93]Stash the right shit, pull out his kite from this white bitch {one} [00:32.30]Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only nigga I know [00:35.30]Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast {one} [00:37.98]Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion [00:39.73]Past tense place to gold caskets {one} [00:41.23] [00:43.01]Dru hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk [00:45.69]Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {one} [00:48.13]Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target [00:50.37]When the narcs hit, rumor is you might start to spit {one} [00:52.87]You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted [00:55.99]On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {one} [00:58.73]Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked [01:00.67]Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {one} [01:03.04]Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice [01:04.73] [01:08.46]Branches in my shit be the vein {one} [01:09.96]Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you [01:13.76]See that he rock a wrist, dude {one} [01:15.26]Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles [01:18.25]Layin like needles in the hospital {one} [01:20.37]Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle [01:23.69]Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one} [01:25.93]To my real bitches take your draws off [01:27.93]To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {one} [01:30.55]Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face [01:33.54]And tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {one} [01:36.10]Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies [01:38.59]Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one} [01:42.09]Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts [01:44.46]Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one} [01:46.77]Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask [01:50.20]Thats the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {one} [01:52.88]Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash [01:55.38]Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {one} [01:57.57]Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed [01:59.25]Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {one} [02:05.24]Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes [02:06.86]Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {one} [02:08.17]Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes [02:10.17]Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one} [02:13.91]Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress [02:16.28]Distract that cat while Im hot sugar get a crack at this {one} [02:19.59]****ing down oprah, jump rope, david think hes rasta [02:23.15]Black man, dc hit to mocha {one} [02:24.90]Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover [02:26.64]Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one} [02:29.20]Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture [02:32.01]Pastor troy layin for travolta {one} [02:35.31]Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy [02:36.56]God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one} [02:40.68]Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies [02:46.24]Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one} [02:47.79]Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts [02:49.67]Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one} [02:51.54]Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the ****ing joint [02:53.22]We all connect as {one} [02:56.72]（aw shit, baby） straight up and down yall [02:58.97]（staple-town, yall） yo, how many girls you gotta ****, yo? {one} [03:03.27]（ah-hah, knowimsayin? trey-mack, what? ） [03:06.27]How many nuts you might bust? {one} [03:07.70]Haha, straight up and down [03:08.82]（how many shots? ） {one} [03:10.38]{one} [03:12.82]（thats it） word up [03:16.56]How many cakes we bake, yall? {one} [03:18.12]（yo, yo, yo） {one} [03:19.56]（aw shit, haha） {one} [03:21.81]{one}