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!
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah (U-God)]
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me,
No girl can freak me, I’m just too nasty,
Lost on the dance floors, 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 WB’s, stop! (Shake your body, body!)
And cop a couple of these. (She’s a hottie, hottie!)
Scottfree and Chauncey very upset,
They’re sick and tired of living in debt,
Tired of roaches and tired of ratsm
I know they are over,
[Verse 2: U-God]
One in the head, I’m fed, this is how we doin’,
Put a Rough Rider on my dick, bust right through ’em.
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme,
Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi Lime.
We passin’ it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein,
Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine,
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas,
Slim doo-doo 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? Tony’s his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah! Now he’s alone, he’s just the king of his throne. Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah.
Исполнитель: Ghostface Killah