One
Yo, yeah
Yeah, to glorious days
Yeah God, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
(Fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch
Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets
Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosque
Suede kufi, Rabbi come dig up a dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
when the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wristful
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital
Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle
To my real bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!"
Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all, and GROW UP
Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash
Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this
Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the Black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Castor Troy layin for Travolta
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly
Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all, and GROW UP
Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint
We all connect as
(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all
(Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo?
(Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?)
How many nuts you might bust?
Haha, straight up and down
(How many shots?)
(That's it) Word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all?
(Yo, yo, yo)
(Aw shit, haha)
